"Do you know vhat a lobotomy is Scout?" Scout looked up at Medic, confusion twisting through his pained expression.
"Vell, let me explain it to you zhen. Ze exact definition is it is a surgical operation involving an incision into the prefrontal lobe of ze brain, used to treat mental illness. To put zis into terms you vill understand, it makes you very very calm." Medic smiled dangling an ice pick just above Scouts eyes. He lashed out, only to be caught by his restraints on the metal lab table again.
"How did you even get me in here in the first place?" He screamed, still struggling against the restraints.
"I laced your Bonk with Flunitrazepam. Or as you may know it, 'zhe date rape drug. ' Rohypnol." Medic shrugged, smiling as he set the Ice Pick into a metal pan of an alcohol antiseptic on his lab tray.
"Why you doin' this anyway?" Scout practically shrieked. Medic cringed and squeezed his eyes shut at the scream.
"Because I vant some peace and QUIET!" He shouted trying to match Scouts frantic pitch. He sighed rubbing his pounding temples and squeezed his eyes shut. He reached into his shirt pocket for his syringe of Vecuronium and set it gently on his lab tray and walked over beside the lab table.
"Hold still now." Medic muttered not bothering to try and talk over Scouts screaming, and yanked on his arm restraints, strapping them tightly to the table. He gently slid an IV needle into Scouts vein in his forearm and injected an anesthetic, and watched him almost immediately become unresponsive. He grabbed his intubation mask and opened the Scouts jaws, precisely entering the tube into his airway, and turning on the ventilator. He then injected the syringe of the Vecuronium into the IV line, and then clipped a heart rate monitor onto Scouts finger. He watched with satisfaction as the heart rate monitor came online, showing all vital signs normal.
He snapped on his gloves and removed the ice pick from the antiseptic and grabbed his small mallet and walked over to the side of the lab table. He picked up a towel and gently laid it on Scouts face just below his eyes. With one hand he gently lifted the Scout's eyelid on his left eye and inserted the pick under just above his eyeball, and he could feel the hard surface of his orbital bone. He smiled with intent and gently began tapping the end of the ice pick with the mallet, feeling the thin part of his skull give way under the pick strangely with ease. He guessed about how deep the pick was going into his skull and estimated about 6 centimeters, which was far enough, and he gently moved the pick left from right. He smiled and removed the pick and examined the Scouts eye. The eye lid was already beginning to swell greatly.
He sighed, and moved onto the other eye, following the same procedure. When he was finished, the two eyes were already beginning to turn a dark shade of purple. He knew he couldn't keep Scout in this shape, and that he would have to sadly kill him before the next battle. But at least he could enjoy peace and quiet for the time being, which was about two days. He removed the towel and tossed it onto the floor, and checked the heart rate monitor. All vital signs were normal.