“They are going to kill me, medic!”
Deyar cowered in the corner, terrified of everything going on around him. He was having a panic attack, and the medic in the room was trying her best to keep him calm.
“I don’t want to go in there!”
“Deyar, you know they are fellow Rethans, they would never harm you.”
The young Rethan pulled his leg in closer to his chest. “They’re not normal Rethans. They’re Ksa. Super powerful Threan-type Retha with telepathy and telekinisis. Designed to protect and serve the Rethan population.”
The medic got down on her knees and put a reassuring hand on Deyar’s shoulder. It didn’t make him feel any better.
“You said it yourself, Ksa protect and serve the rest of us.”
“Not the Ksa here! They’re all more insane than I am!”
“They’re not. They have varied injuries. Surely you knew you would be placed into a facility designed to contain Ksa when you turned yourself in?”
Deyar glanced up at the medic, then curled up into a ball.
“Oh come on, Deyar. It’s not that bad. You’ll be here for two years then you can go back to your job. Almost every non-Terminal Ksa here does! It’ll zoom by and you’ll be fine! Now, please, you’ve had your medical examination, you need to go to your designated room and rest.”
“I don’t want to go in there with them!” Deyar protested, pushing the medic away. “They’ll hurt me! Judge me! Dislike me!”
The medic got up and sighed. She was concerned that Deyar was already regressing, and that always made a Ksa difficult to deal with. Mental Age Regression was what made Ksa heal so much more quickly than normal Rethans, but they always ended up being incredibly childish.
“Deyar, the Ksa here are all very nice. The only Ksa you may have had an issue with left the facility yesterday morning. He’s returning to active duty next week. Every other Rethan here is completely docile. Most of them have physical or only partial injuries anyway.”
“They’re not all… insane?”
“No. But you didn’t believe us when the other medics told you earlier.”
Deyar relaxed slightly, but was still rather tense. “You don’t get it. I’m an R-Class Ksa. My job is to police the other Ksa, stop them from stepping out of line. We essentially watch them all the time. We have lists. We do checks. We make sure they’re healthy. The other Ksa don’t particularly like us. Because of our duties. The Ksa here, some of them might be here because of the R-Class’s actions.”
“Will it make you feel better if I tell you that only one of the Ksa here in the Exemption Bay are here because of the R-Class?”
“Which one?” Deyar hesitated. “Tell me.”
“I’m not going to tell you!” the medic smiled. “You want to find out, you’ll have to go in there and see for yourself!”
Deyar sighed. He couldn’t remember. He’d been off duty for a bit anyway and couldn’t remember the last few incidents they’d had to deal with.
“I’d like to know in advance.”
“I won’t say. Now, I have your medication list here. Three neural dampeners to numb your telepathy and telekinisis, three times a day. Two Paranormal Softeners for your depression, three times a day. One antidepressant, three times a day. One relaxant before bedtime.”
Damn medic was annoying him, but she was there to make him better. “When will I receive this medication?”
“You’ll be called up when it’s time to take your medication. Luckily you don’t have a very high dosage currently.”
“High disage? I’m taking six tablets with every meal!” Deyar protested. “How is that not high?”
The medic shrugged. “It’s low compared to what other patients currently have. And there are no injections involved either. So consider yourself lucky. Now, do you want to go and see your new room mates?”
“Fine…” Deyar finally relaxed, and staggered to his feet. “Let’s get this over with. Hopefully they’ll be kind to the new guy.”
“Don’t fret. You will be fine.”