17th October, 8am. Prison cell.

[therealpm]

*Peter scowls as two DEFRA lackeys remove his bed and replace it with a hospital gurney, stomach still aching from the purging potion he'd been advised to take the night before (the DEFRA official's comment of 'You'll regret not taking it once you're strapped in." had not made the potion any more palatable, nor its effects less unpleasant).  His scowl only deepens as he notices the straps- heavy and made of the same stuff as the collar, that hang from various points of the thick iron frame and a board on one side that looks like it functions as a very spartan arm rest.  He's been given some loose cotton clothing to wear- his own possessions have been tidied out the door along with the bed.  Peter did protest the books but was brusquely informed that he'd not be in any state to read them.  The only thing left, apart from a cleared desk is the TV.

A side glance out the door shows two IV stands, several boxes containing tubing, needles bags both empty and full of various fluids, a neat stack of blankets and one very nervous nurse in the corridor outside his cell.  The nurse seems to be sticking some sort of clipboard to his door and trying to explain something to Lindsay, who just looks baffled.  Meanwhile, all the carpet in the room except for a small strip under the desk has been cut and rolled away.  The stone below has been sterilised and bolts put in to hold the gurney in place.  Peter supposes that stone is easier to wipe clean of any fluids than carpet and the thought makes him feel slightly sick.*

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Re: 8.20 am

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter grits his teeth.*

I do not need to be strapped to a bed, and-

...you can put that catheter away as well, I am perfectly capable of walking the 10 steps required-

I don't care. I've been taking the daily potion as advised for over a month now. I am not going to suddenly transform without warning and if there's a danger of me pulling it out in my sleep then I'll strap that arm in myself when I go to bed, thank you very much.

Re: 8.20 am

[bamfbercow.livejournal.com]

*Noticing the change in the way the guard are holding themselves and their tightened grip on their wands, John concludes that it's probably best to get this sorted as quickly as possible.*

Would it be possible to proceed without the straps and-

*He glances at the catheter*

-so forth at the moment, then, should these instruments be required at a later date, implement them at another time?

Yes, I would be willing to pay extra for the service if need be.

In that case, I would ask that you proceed while Peter is not strapped to the bed.

Re: 8.20 am

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*The nurse is pale and their hands shake as they prepare the drip. Peter looks away as the needle goes into his arm. He feels the sting of the needle sliding through his skin and for a moment wonders what all the fuss was about, then the colloidal silver hits his vein and it's like the time John got him to hold the silver spoon only worse because it's inside and it burns and it itches and he needs to claw it out and just run, and-

He hears shouting, sees the bright lights of a spell burst and knows nothing more.*