Institutions for Failed Persons Part 7
If the drugs you were given didn’t make you so placid and unaware, the situation you found yourself in would have been quite anxiety inducing.
It was a kindness you couldn’t focus on any one thing.
The doctor at the front of the room began talking again, and while you could certainly hear them, and even understand what each word meant, your brain couldn’t quite make sense of complete sentences. All you could really do was process the last word they said.
Your drone gently pressed between your shoulders and you found yourself laying on the cold linoleum floor in the same position a dog would.
Your attention was drawn to the floor. You were aware it was uncomfortable, but it didn’t feel like you were the one feeling the sensation.
This sense of disassociation wasn't new to you. It became a common occurrence over time. If you thought about it long enough you would have been able to trace it back to when those people did all those awful things to you so long ago.
This was a far more enjoyable disassociation
Before you could ponder too much about the different flavors of derealization you had experienced, your brain registered another word.
“Up!” Again you felt latex clad hands pushing you into your proper place.
Either the class, or the drugs made you feel very good. Probably both
The doctor continued to talk but you still couldn’t really make sense of what they we’re actually saying. It was only when you’re drone guided your actions did the speakers last word register.
“…walk!” The drone began walking you with its hand wrapped around your collar.
Your attention continued to flit from your drone, to the pups, to the harsh fluorescent lighting, until you found yourself stationary again.
You were yet again facing the doctor while at the side of your drone.
The drone barely touched you and you were already sitting
The doctor still didn’t make any sense, but you could tell that they were praising you all. Your hips began to shake back and forth with glee.
Again you registered the last word of the doctor's sentence.
You immediately found yourself on your back.
All the other pups had run over to you, and began pawing, jumping, sniffing and licking. As sudden and overwhelming as it all was, you found yourself completely enraptured by the experience.
The sense of being out of control, drugged and on your back, brought back faint memories
Your brain thankfully shut those memories out. It was far too busy making new ones to do something like recall old visions of the past, especially ones of painful experiences.
One of the pups began to bite your belly, but you weren’t able to process the pain, yet that is.
Two more pups sank their teeth into you, much harder now. The sensation of pain felt distant, yet you had already began to yip and whimper.
One of the formerly playful pup began shaking its head as it bit into you.
“Ow fuck! Stop!” Did you just talk? Was that really you?
The pain continued. While you still felt strangely distanced from it, you definitely began to struggle against it. You heard more words of protest escape your mouth.
Finally something made all the pups run back to their drones. Was it something the doctor said?
You began to stand up right. The question of how the pups knew which drone was its own began to form in your head, but was interrupted by that familiar sensation of a latex clad hand pushing you back down on all fours.
The pain of the bites was radiating through your body.
We’re the drugs beginning to wear off? How long ago was it that they gave you those magnificent medications?
“… we’re being so good.” The doctor was talking again. They weren’t just talking, but talking to you.
“… first day after all.” Thankfully the doctor didn’t sound mad.
“No standing.” The doctor lightly slapped you.
“No people words.” This time the doctor slapped you harder, but their tone was very calm.
“… not bad for your first day.” You felt the doctor scratching the top of your head, and your hips began to wiggle again.
Your drone led you back to your room, and guided you back into the cage. Before it left, it gave you a bone-shaped cooking, and some lovely pets while it displayed a smiley face on its LED visor.
You felt a wave of warmth come over you. It wasn’t the drugs, you just felt, proud?
The sensation of making others happy was welcomed as you would a friend you hadn’t seen in years. It felt so so wonderful to have others be happy with you.
Talking and standing in class did give you a pang of guilt, but you were praised at the end so you must have done well.
As you curled up to chew on your teddy bear, a doctor stopped and looked at you from the door way before entering your room
“Who let you off the acute unit you little shit?” It was the doctor you bit back when you were still very new here. The one who sent you to the acute ward.
“They gave you a toy? Am I the only sane person here?” He approached your cage and you reflexively let out a little growl.
“Ohh you do NOT growl at me you filthy animal.” He took out his phone and tapped at it briefly.
A shock radiated through your body.
“Awe you don’t like that do you?” You received another painful shock, followed by another, and another.
“Ken! What are you doing to my patient?” You felt your whole body relax. That voice was Dr. Veronika’s, the doctor who was always so kind to you, had come to the rescue.
“Your mut was growling at me. Also address me by my title next time.”
“I assure you it wouldn’t have growled if you didn’t provoke it, Doctor Klein.” Veronikas voice was calm, but serious.
“I should be able to kick the damn thing without it growling at me.”
Dr. Klein was not nearly as calm, but at least his anger wasn’t directed on you.
“True, but bear in mind that today is its first day of actual training. It would have begun training sooner if you could show a modicum of patience. Will you excuse us? I'd like to speak to MY pet.”
Dr. Klein scowled at her, but left without causing a scene.
“It’s ok, that mean old doctor is gone. I heard your first day of training went well. At least considering it was your first day. I’m proud of my pup.” Veronikas praises made you happier than any drug ever could.
“Be careful though. You mustn’t threaten any people, or drones for that matter in any way. Don’t forget your an animal, any people can treat you however they’d like.” She gave a playful little tug at your bear and began petting you.
“I am proud of you though, don’t forget that”
“I wanted to bring you the teeth of that transphobic patient you had to hear when you were on the acute unit, but I was told it constituted a choking hazard. So I’ll just give you some pets.” You made a mental note not to anger her, but you would never dream of doing such a thing
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