Noah Puckerman (sg_puck) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2012-02-22 18:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: narrative, -2012: february, character: noah puckerman, wanted character: sam evans, ~complete |
Narrative: Day Two Post-Abduction
Who: Puck, Sam, Dr. Monroe (NPC), other NPCs
When: February 22
Where: ???
What: Puck starts "therapy"
Puck wanted to get going with this therapy bullshit as soon as possible, but the man who'd spoken with him, and refused to give a name, told Puck that he needed another night of rest to recover from his injuries before he could start something like therapy. Puck set the bedsheets on fire. The next thing he knew, he was waking up to a breakfast tray, delivered by a male nurse this time.
A while later, a man wearing a white lab coat came into the room (the door was locked; Puck had checked despite the stupid IV in his arm). He was balding a little, but otherwise had thick white hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. "Hello, Noah. I'm Doctor Monroe. I'm a psychiatrist and I have more experience teaching people like ourselves how to control their powers than anyone else in the world, as far as I know."
Puck gave a sort of grimacing smile and nodded, "Good for you, dude."
"Yes, well," the doctor replied, giving him a tight-lipped smile and sitting in the chair next to Puck's hospital bed. "The general idea behind the work we're going to be doing is giving you mental pathways that you can use to focus and harness your power."
"So I won't accidentally kill anyone anymore?" Puck asked.
"Exactly. Now," Dr. Monroe crossed his legs and sat back in his chair, "you'll notice that we've drugged you and that you'll be unable to use your power until the drug wears off."
"What the hell?" Puck frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. No wonder he felt weird since waking up. He supposed he could see where they were coming from with wanting to keep him from destroying the place, but still. "What did you give me?"
The doctor shrugged. "Valium. We find it keeps the brain from working up to the excited state required in order to actualize supernatural effects. Don't worry. It's very safe." After sighing and readjusting himself in his seat, Dr. Monroe said, "Noah, I want you to tell me what was going through your mind when you started the library fire."
Puck really wanted out of this place, or even just out of this one room, so he tried to think back, but all he got was panicked voices and images of books on fire. "I don't know."
"Think, Noah. You do know."
"I guess," Puck sighed, scratching the bed sheets with one the nails of one hand, since he couldn't seem to do much else, "I noticed some books that Sarah likes and that made me think about why she was in the hospital."
Looking up from his clipboard, Dr. Monroe said, "She's there because of you."
"You don't think I fucking know that?" Puck hissed, really wishing he could feel mad or sad or guilty or something, but the drugs they had him on were fucking with all of that.
"Yes, well, we're here to teach your brain how to follow more ... productive lines of thought," the doctor replied and Puck though that sounded like a bunch of BS, but figured if he wanted to get out of here anytime before he was old and wrinkled, he had to play along. "I want to try some visualization exercises, now. Meditation, if you will. Give your brain an image to focus on so you can always come back to that calm, serene state."
"Meditation," Puck nodded. "Great. Awesome."