Patient #03
Name: Lu Han
Other Names: Luhan
Age: 27
Nationality: Chinese
Height: 178cm
Ability: Telekinesis
Notes: patients of this group are known to be manipulative. Be wary of any advances or sudden willingness to cooperate.
Patient #03 must wear the head band at all times.
The band on patient #03 causes extreme fatigue.
Patient #03 does not talk often due to fatigue.
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The band that patient #03 has to wear is strange to me. It has buttons and triggers and odd switches, as well as different panels that record his brain activity. It really seems like it would be uncomfortable to wear.
The guards take extra care shackling him up, having to be careful not to break or disrupt the bands activity.
He smiles weakly at me as I walk over to him. His tired eyes appear to have a glassy haze to them.
He watches me contently as I was his tired body. The band must put him under a lot of pressure, for I can feel how tense his muscles are.
He continues looking at me as I wash his face, a small smile appearing on his lips, which I raise my eyebrows at.
"How was your coffee this morning?" He murmurs with a strained voice.
I raise my eyebrows in surprise, taken aback. "It was good, thank you." How did he know I had coffee?
"It wasn't too hot or anything, was it?" He asks, seemingly concerned.
"No, it was good." I say, faking a smile. Why is he asking?
"I'm just checking." He smiles weakly.
I nod at before grabbing the bucket and walking back to the table to grab his plate.
"Can I skip the roll, please?" Luhan asks from behind me.
I turn around and look at him, plate in hand, "How did you know there was a roll?"
Luhan chuckles, "I could see it from here."
"Oh," I laugh awkwardly, "Right."
Luhan stares at me again as I feed him, except this time he attempts to be more subtle about it. He averts his gaze every time I notice him.
"Thank you." He says after he's done eating, "You're a good person."
"Uh, thanks." I say as I walk back to the table.
I call the guards, and Luhan smiles at me one last time as they drag him out.
