Yolanda tilted her head slightly as the man acknowledged her. So, he was at least present. She wondered if he might be one of those people she had seen in documentaries; ones that appeared normal but had epsiodes of hysteria. She gave an awkward shrug before her expression turned bitter as the orderlies continued to chat. 

She suddenly lashed out with one booted heel, catching one orderly in the shin. His leg buckled backwards and he let go of her in surprise; she took the opportunity to spin around on the one who still gripped her and smacked him across the face. 

The other orderlies came around from behind the desk, two grabbing her while the one she kicked recovered. He looked at her, clearly enraged, and backhanded her across the face. Yolanda's head jerked to the side from the force and she tasted blood. She supposed that she had perhaps bitten her tongue or cheek.

She felt her hands being bound as well as her ankles with what felt like zip ties. Blood dripped from her mouth, staining her pale skin. She was lifted and brought over to a small couch near the corner of the room as the orderlies snarled out insults and threats.

Yolanda silently smiled up at them, two rivulets of blood trickling down her chin.