A Scripta

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Masonry walked into the pre-op room and started stripping. He was still irritated from seeing Daisuke - and he hadn't seen him since, even though he looked for him. He threw his shirt onto the chair, his belt following with a snap, and falling off it. Boots, socks, pants and underwear followed. He slipped on the johnny just as the curtain opened.

"You're already undressed?" Hannah stared at him, trying not to oogle. Hannah, stop it.

He gave her a slight smile. "Johnny's too small though." It barely covered him.

"That's because it's for a human, there should be one large enough here." She squatted and opened a drawer under the bed. She rummaged though trying not to look at his legs. She stood up, and she was very close to him, close enough to smell him. Looking up into his dark blue eyes, she muttered, "Here...you...go."

The two stared at each other, then Masonry blinked, coughed and looked away, blushing. One hand came up and took the johnny from her hand, even while he didn't look at her. "Thanks."

Hannah swallowed, backed away. "Sure. I'll send... I'll send Steve in for the IV."

Masonry was blushing, as he held the new johnny close to his chest. "Okay, fine, that's fine." She almost ran between the curtains to get out.

Humans, admonished Luminescence. You know what he is.

He's still attractive, Lumi!

He's a killer. Lots of killers are attractive so they can get their quarries. He will kill you with the same passion he looked at you. Don't. Don't, Hannah, don't.

"I'm going to check the equipment," she said to both Steve and Luminescence.

Think. Clinically. She concentrated entirely on the machines before her, watching Steve place the electrodes on the big man's head. Then she nodded to Steven when he sat down. "1000 milliamps. Three seconds."

The EEG went off again. Hannah nodded. "Again."

Steve hit the button again. She saw something jerk out of the corner of her eye - his hand was squeezed tight around the iron bar. His muscles were tightening in his arm, thick sinews bunching up under the skin. "He's trying to get out of it," Hannah said. "You'll need to give him more anesthesia next time."

The muscles relaxed. Steve went to the IV with more sedative. As he touched Masonry's arm, his other hand snapped out of the restraints, reached over his chest and grabbed a hold of Steve's wrist so tightly that Hannah heard the bones crunch. In a flash she was on the same side of the bed as Steven as she gripped Masonry's arm in the same place that he held Steve's. She squeezed, and would press on the nerve that would cause pain to release his hand.

"Don't. Take. It," he growled. Steven whimpered.

Hannah felt the muscles relax under her hand as he slowly let go of Steve's crushed wrist. "Dais'ke," he whispered and his hand went back to his side as he passed out.

Hannah took a hold of Steve's hand and willed her healing energy into it. She felt bones knit, muscles straighten, and Steve sighed. "Thanks, doc," he said.

"Don't mention it." She smiled, though it looked forced. "Sit down over there, I'll finish this." She walked over to the ECT machine, her lips pursed and determined.

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Masonry opened his eyes to stare at a white ceiling. He tried to sit up but was tied down. He looked around, saw he was in a bed, the railings up. He blinked, not sure where he was, but figuring someone would come around to untie him.

He slowly remembered he was in a hospital, that he came in for the shock therapy. Jack was somewhere in his mind. Daisuke was alone. Jack had thrown away the drugs during the time he had spoken to Daisuke. He needed to tell the doctor that.

Someone came over to the side of the bed. He was dressed in a suit and wore dark glasses, similar to Crey agents. "Mr. Greene," he said, and Masonry knew by the tone of his voice that he was in big trouble. "We've been called in to take you to Peregrine Asylum."

"Asylum? They said I was fine."

"Doctor Weiner and said you attacked one of her nurses during your treatment." He stepped away and folded his arms across his chest. "You are a danger to yourself and others, Mr. Greene. You can voluntarily commit yourself or we will be forced to take you tied up like you are." He looked at his watch. "One minute."

He yanked at the restraints. "What's the fucking difference?!"

"The difference is, Mr. Greene, is that if you sign yourself in, you are not violating your parole."

"What about my clothes? And I have other--"

"Keen Frost will be informed." The man smiled coldly. "You're not good at hiding it."

"I should at least see--"

"You are a danger to him as well. Especially to him. Thirty seconds."

Jack, Jack, what do I do?

No answer. He tried to shove his way back, to abandon his body, but something stopped him. He was fully conscious when the agent said, "Fifteen seconds."

He looked back and forth, like a deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to do. Then, he stopped, his mind's eye focused on one thing: Daisuke's pain-filled eyes. "Okay, I'll sign myself in."