Twi couldn't keep quiet anymore. She was in AGONIZING pain and sweating. There was puke down her body and she had snot running down her face. She kept grabbing different parts of her body and rubbing them. "aaaAAAH" She screamed. "I ne-nee-NUHEED you to just please SHUT the FUCK UP and stop RUNNING INTO THIS GOD DAMN WALL" She screamed as her symptoms continued. She was shaking and rocking and rubbing her skin.  Her eyes looked hollow and empty. She couldn't even think enough to stand or look at the outside of her cell. She recognized two of the people in the room that now appeared. Two that she kidnapped. Greeaaat. Not only was she in withdrawal, she had to deal with possibly being found out for being a kidnapper, murderer or a poacher. Not a good day. The girl in the cell next to her kept running into the walls and it was making her head hurt even more and so she stood up and ran to the bars. "IF you don't get me OUT of here soon.... I. Am. Going. TO DIE. AND SHE" She pointed to the wall separating her and Alex. "IS COMING WITH ME." She shouted before puking all over the bars and collapsing onto her ass with a sneeze. 

She was arrested only a few hours before in the city trying to sell some drugs for money, while also on said drugs. She was at the tail end of the high when she was arrested and now it was gone and she was in withdrawal and not enjoying her time at all. She had no Idea where Durza nor Treba were and at this moment didn't care. She just wanted everything to stop and she had an easy way to do just that, sitting over in her confiscated items was everything that could take the pain away. And maybe something to break out of here. And now she sat, covered in puke, snot and sweat. Face paint running down her cheeks and her skin rivaling the paleness of that girl she kidnapped. She was beyond crying at this point, the pain was too much for that. Her insides and outsides throbbed. She could feel her pulse in her eyes and Alex Banging around wasn't helping. nor was the fight going on outside her cell. Something shattered on the talkative one's forehead and she lost it. Tears came back and she rolled over and spat on the ground and crawled her way, dragging her legs behind her, avoiding the puke on the floor as she got to the bars. "Just Let Me Out!" She pleaded. "You guys are guardians right? You can get me out right? You wouldn't leave me like this in this cell...DYING and all.. please, be heroes?" She pleaded, still crying. She gagged but there wasn't even stomach acid left in her system. "Please please please...please... please..." She said, slowly fading her voice out until her head hit the ground and she began rubbing her arms together again. 

"I wanna get better..." she said. 'Tomorrow.' She thought. Her back was covered in bruises, as she was another victim of the less than gentle youth league. To be fair, she had put up a fight, and the bruises she had were well deserved and probably necessary to take her in. Juxtaposed with the whole brutality situation, maybe it was just enough to look even more pitiful. Maybe.