Yolanda was left to lay there for what felt like hours. She didn't blame the man for not coming to her aid; it was extremely likely that he could feel pain and no doubt the orderlies would make him feel it. The others in the room, they didn't appear to even know where they were, so she didn't fault them, either.

A sound broke her out of her trance, a kind of buzzing sound. She guessed it was an alarm of some kind. As more orderlies filed into the room, she soon figured out that it was time for all of the patients to go back to their rooms. Two orderlies picked her up bodily and carried her down a long, blindingly white corridor. [i]Sterile[/i] was the only word she could think to describe it. She wrinkled her nose at that. 

She was soon set down inside a bland room, small bed positioned in the corner, a toilet off to the side and a sink beside it. There was nothing to entertain oneself with, nor were there any kind of personal touches to liven the place up a little. Yolanda immediately hated it.

One thing she noticed, however, was that the door had a small, barred window in it, no glass, and she could see across into the opposite room, if she wanted to. Small mercies. One of the orderlies seized her by the shoulder and brought her attention to him as the other undid her binds.

"You behave. Behave. Understand?"

Yolanda gave him a confused smile, the blood now dried onto her chin. "Ek is nie van plan om.*"
The orderly glanced at his colleague and rolled his eyes before shoving her back further into the room and exiting, closing and locking the door behind them.

Yolanda gave ane exasperated sigh as she wiped the blood from her face and moved over to the sink to wash the remnants from her hand.

[*I do not intend to.]