Induction Therapy Section

Emergency-lit chamber ringed with medical trolleys and humming neural arrays, its walls slick with condensation from the conditioning equipment. The Doctor’s restraints bite into his wrists and ankles as low-frequency pulses from the sensitization rig prickle across his skin, each beat of the machine sending fresh waves of fiery tension through muscles he can’t control. Under harsh overhead lights, the Valerium gas line hisses as it seeps into the chamber’s sealed chamber, its acrid sweetness mingling with the antiseptic sting of spent cauterizers. The room smells of ozone and burnt plastic, the air thick enough to taste—every breath sharpens the pain while dulling his thoughts. Beyond the immediate circle of light lies a dark hallway lined with observation grilles, the muffled alarms of the Correction Centre’s outer halls bleeding through the door seals.