Roger heard the door click open as he stirred awake. Rain gently pattered on his window outside, and he couldn't wait to open his eyes and see his kindly nurse. He wanted to tell her that he slept fully throughout the night, even with the insane man in the next room over screaming. Roger sat up and rubbed his eyes. When he looked, he felt his breath hitch. Another woman was walking into his room. It wasn't Miss Ginny. This woman was rather full, and had dark brown hair framing a sagging face. She looked unpleasant. Roger whimpered internally and drew the blankets closer to him.

The woman wordlessly went to the counter and began preparing something. Roger anxiously watched. Usually Miss Ginny walked in with a tray of breakfast for him; this woman did not seem inclined to do so. She turned around. In one had was a small damp cloth, the other, a needle. Roger's eyes widened. He panicked in his mind. The woman began approaching with saying a single word, and when she got to him, she yanked the sleeve of his shirt up. Roger whimpered and pulled away. This woman was gruff. She fought with him for a bit, pulling him roughly and eventually pinning him flat onto his bed. She rubbed the cloth on his bared arm and readied the needle. Roger had no choice but to resort to his old ways.

He screamed.

The woman hollered, but he wasn't sure if it was at him or just in frustration. He was so scared. He could immediately tell that for whatever reason, Miss Ginny wasn't around and she wouldn't save him from this menace. Two more nurses ran into the room, all of which took his limbs and held him down. One clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle his screams. "Shut up!" the large nurse yelled. Roger tried thrashing and kicking and biting that horrid hand, but he felt the needle sear pain right through his arm. He cried harder and louder, screaming the only name he could think of. "Jack! Jack! Jack!"

Why he was screaming for the redhead that hadn't even come to visit him like he promised, he didn't know. Maybe it was because Jack was the one that had protected him from his own pain, yet still allowed him to inflict it upon others. Maybe it was because Jack knew how to channel the pain that he did feel. Maybe he just missed his friend's comfort. He didn't know.

When the three nurses released him, Roger sprang at them. He felt especially feral and rabid at that moment. He clawed at their dresses, knocked one to the floor, shrieked as he hit her over and over. The large, rough nurse picked him up and held him high over her head. "Get a doctor!" she shouted at the other one, who hurried out of the room. Roger struggled as hard as he could to just get out of her clutches. But it was a losing battle. He couldn't fight her.

A doctor came in, all dressed in his white lab coat. "Roger!" he shouted. Roger didn't like the sound of a man's voice. He stopped his fit to glare the man down. The doctor looked around at the mess of the room, the mess of the woman on the floor. He gave one nod. "Take him to the shocks," he ordered. The women took a tight piece of cloth and wrapped it around his body again. Roger kept screaming. Now he was scared out of his mind. What were they doing to him? Where were they taking him? Why wasn't Miss Ginny anywhere to be found?

They brought the hysterical boy to a very cold, dark room, where they took the tight cloth off of him but shut the door. The same doctor was waiting there as well. There was a chair. The chair had lots of attachments to it, and Roger recognized it as something he'd once read out of a horror book. The women forced him into the chair. They put a bar over the open part so he couldn't get out. Each started to work on him, removing his pajama-like clothes so that he was sitting in just his underwear. They put cuffs around each wrists that were stuck to the arms of the chair, same with his ankles. The pair began sticking dots onto his bare chest and stomach - dots that had wires attached to them.

Roger looked at the doctor, horrified. The man stepped in front of him menacingly. He bent down. "You've been very bad, little boy." he said softly. "Hurting people on purpose is a very bad thing. You need to learn that." Roger's breathing was staggered from fear. "…Miss…Miss Ginny…?" he asked shakily.

"She's not in today. She called out sick. You made her sick. She had written in your files that a few days ago, you had a fever and a stomachache, right? Well, apparently she caught it from you. All you had to do was be a good boy and cooperate with the substitute nurse, but you couldn't."

"She…wasn't kind…"

"Roger, the world isn't kind. And I'm not sure Miss Ginny is allowing you to realize that. She keeps you in a bubble - a safe, happy bubble. It's not like that, Roger. The world isn't like that."

"B-Believe me…I know…"

"And yet it seems you don't know. Because you're unkind. You're a monster. Striking down a nurse like that and continuously beating her - Roger, you are nothing but a beast. The only way we're going to break you of that behavior so that you may return to society normal…is if you're punished for your actions."

Roger didn't have time to respond. What the doctor had said chilled him; he'd called him a beast. Images of terrified little boys huddling together at night, talking about a beast in the forest, flooded his mind. He remembered Jack compelling everyone to kill the beast. He remembered one of the twins screaming to the heavens during torture that he was a monster. He remembered a small, dark-haired boy that looked up at him with eyes of absolute terror when the realization dawned that the beast…really was one of them.

The doctor and the nurses went to a corner of the room where there was a whole table full of buttons. They talked amongst themselves. Then, the doctor pressed down on a button.

The pain was nothing short of absolutely excruciating.

Roger screamed harder than he ever had. It was worse than any other pain he'd ever experienced, and there definitely were some unrelenting times. The pulse of electricity stopped after a few seconds. The doctor shouted. "Be civilized!" He pressed the button again. "Learn your place!" He hit it again. "Do not rebel against authority!" He slammed on that bloody button. "Act like a normal citizen!" Roger wished the electricity would just kill him right then and there.

At the end of the torture, they dragged him back to his room and threw him inside - no tucking into bed, no tenderness. They literally tossed him onto the floor of his room and shut the door.

Roger laid on the ground, unable to move. Every inch of his entire body ached horribly. His muscles kept twitching and were weak from the strong electric currents. He felt like jelly. An aching blob of jelly. His throat hurt from screaming, his tummy was hungry, he felt absolutely (and literally) fried. Face down on the cold floor he laid, crying and screaming on the inside, yet nearly paralyzed on the outside.