~~~ Scatter the Pieces. ~~~
He knew who he was; damn the world and those who where keeping him here. These thoughts, like ocean waves, pounded in his brain. The control that he valued so much was put back in his hands. He would have laughed out loud; but could not since the sedative he was pumped full of still had him in its narcotic embrace.
This was a set back, most assuredly, Dr. Foster thought as she filled a syringe with another dose of the benzodiazepine. Maybe, this was a lesson about dealing with the devil. Her hands were tied and she was the one with the rope. She handed her bonds to Lionel Luthor; now, she was truly stuck between a rock and a hard place. She sighed as she knocked the air bubbles out of the syringe and headed into Lex's padded room. The sedative would be wearing off and she needed to get him back on treatment track, or else. Another angle to worry about was the Kent boy, whatever his name is, who had barged into her clinic. He saw another patient who had the same treatment; but he didn't know it for certain. Dr. Foster, of course, denied all his accusations. Even if he found out what was really going on, could he do anything about it. She was not going to take anymore chances though.
Dr. Foster commanded two new orderlies. "Restrain him; I have to give him an injection."
Lex felt strong hands grab his arms; he felt the coolness of a liquid brush against his exposed arm.
"No." Lex slurred as he was jostled.
Dr Foster ignored him, as she continued to wipe the area on his arm with an alcohol swab. She was amazed to see that all his former injuries where gone as if they had never existed. She would really have to grill Dr. Carmicheal about his little project, experiment, or whatever that was.
"NO! You can't!" Lex called out more forcibly.
Lex started to fight the hands holding him. Whatever they were going to do to him, they would not come by it easily.
Dr. Foster calmly stated. "It's necessary Mr. Luthor; remember you're sick. This will help to make you well."
"I'm not sick! Who's making you do this?" Lex wrestled to get out.
His struggles and attempts at speech, of course, were futile as the needle slid into his arm. The clouds were encroaching as a familiar ache at the back of his neck started to pound anew. Lex closed his eyes trying to hold on to what memories he had found again, bound and determined not to let them get away.
Dr. Foster left the padded room. She was determined to supervise every aspect of the treatment and to make sure no more foul ups occurred. Tomorrow the treatment would begin, no matter what.
He knew who he was; damn the world and those who where keeping him here. These thoughts, like ocean waves, pounded in his brain. The control that he valued so much was put back in his hands. He would have laughed out loud; but could not since the sedative he was pumped full of still had him in its narcotic embrace.
This was a set back, most assuredly, Dr. Foster thought as she filled a syringe with another dose of the benzodiazepine. Maybe, this was a lesson about dealing with the devil. Her hands were tied and she was the one with the rope. She handed her bonds to Lionel Luthor; now, she was truly stuck between a rock and a hard place. She sighed as she knocked the air bubbles out of the syringe and headed into Lex's padded room. The sedative would be wearing off and she needed to get him back on treatment track, or else. Another angle to worry about was the Kent boy, whatever his name is, who had barged into her clinic. He saw another patient who had the same treatment; but he didn't know it for certain. Dr. Foster, of course, denied all his accusations. Even if he found out what was really going on, could he do anything about it. She was not going to take anymore chances though.
Dr. Foster commanded two new orderlies. "Restrain him; I have to give him an injection."
Lex felt strong hands grab his arms; he felt the coolness of a liquid brush against his exposed arm.
"No." Lex slurred as he was jostled.
Dr Foster ignored him, as she continued to wipe the area on his arm with an alcohol swab. She was amazed to see that all his former injuries where gone as if they had never existed. She would really have to grill Dr. Carmicheal about his little project, experiment, or whatever that was.
"NO! You can't!" Lex called out more forcibly.
Lex started to fight the hands holding him. Whatever they were going to do to him, they would not come by it easily.
Dr. Foster calmly stated. "It's necessary Mr. Luthor; remember you're sick. This will help to make you well."
"I'm not sick! Who's making you do this?" Lex wrestled to get out.
His struggles and attempts at speech, of course, were futile as the needle slid into his arm. The clouds were encroaching as a familiar ache at the back of his neck started to pound anew. Lex closed his eyes trying to hold on to what memories he had found again, bound and determined not to let them get away.
Dr. Foster left the padded room. She was determined to supervise every aspect of the treatment and to make sure no more foul ups occurred. Tomorrow the treatment would begin, no matter what.