[b]Valentina Vetrov - Haywood - Shannon/Emma/Rob[/b]

"Umm, If anyone could help......" Valentina's captor said upon getting into the infirmary, surprisingly mild mannered and calm given the girl on his shoulder, who was still kicking and beating his back, screaming like a wild animal, caring little for what he said partly because it was out of her abilities.

"Rob, Be careful with her!" A younger voice shouted. In the infirmary, it wasn't hard for the staff there to notice what was going on, what with the ruckus that would probably be audible from any point in the settlement. The doctor in attendence there, a man in his late 30s with a full beard and mustache, was nearly flying out of his chair, expecting a dire emergency, only to squint his eyes at Valentina - with one look, he knew that it wasn't a time sensitive medical case. The nurse, someone who didn't really looked the part what with her tattoos and toned muscles, the latter probably the result of surviving day by day, waved a hand over to a bed, telling Valentina's captor to be 'quick about it'.

When Valentina was laid in bed, the doctor was pulling a pair of Vinyl gloves on while the nurse, who wasn't dressed for the part either, was trying to get Valentina to hold still while she was attempting (and failing) to make a quick triage nurse's assessment of her wounds. The young girl just would not hold still, believing herself to be in great danger - for one thing, she was afraid of being in bed where there were other people around her, not that it was ever a problem (for a long, long few months) until now.

As the doctor was approaching Valentina and the nurse, a sudden bloodcurdling scream pierced the air, though this time it wasn't from the stray child. The nurse, who looked like a tough, unbeatable amazonian woman before would have that image easily shattered as she backed away from Valentina while clutching her abdomen, where blood was rapidly spreading from the cut made into her shirt and flesh that was barely visible. Despite the paralysing pain in her entire head, Valentina had managed to pull a steak knife on the nurse, giving her a nasty wound.

The doctor, however, acting quickly, seized Valentina by the knife arm, and having prepared a hypodermic needle just for this occasion, stuck it into her and injected the fluid within inside the girl. The doctor then held her down, yet Valentina was still not ready to give in yet as she struggled against the doctor. It took the nurse making a comeback to secure the girl, and even then, the doctor decided to handcuff her by a hand to a bedpost (the handcuffs normally being reserved for bite victims). As the effects of the sedative sets in, Valentina finally calmed down, and ceased her struggle. The best she could do was to tilt her head to her side and look at the people who had brought her into the infirmary, her vision swimming as if she was underwater, her face soon displaying a look of exhaustion and passivity, with a strong hint of anxiety and grief, almost as if she was begging.

Both her good and bad eyes were drifting dreamily from one person to the next, eventually settling down on Emma, for reasons Valentina could not understand any longer. In the meantime, the pillow below her head was slowly getting stained with blood. Valentina was hurt worse than what was anticipated at first, and when the doctor took a quick look at it, he saw that she had hit her head hard when she fell, resulting in a wound from where she bled profusely, as if the blood she was losing from her nose and mouth wasn't enough.

"Why didn't you search her, Rob!?" The tattooed nurse bellowed angrily as she stared accusingly at the guard, her hand still clutching her abdomens. "Damn it!"

"Just sit down, Brianna!" The doctor said sternly, not taking too kindly to the outburst before going back to being calm, "I need some help with this patient. Volunteers?"