Kelly’s mind was dulled by the recent injection of sedatives, a cocktail the orderlies jokingly referred to as “purple haze”, as they rolled the gurney up against the far wall of the small room. The single light above flickered in random intervals, causing a strobe effect that made the dim shadows it cast from nearby objects appear to be dancing in time. One of the orderlies, a thin, younger man with a lazy eye leaned over the patient’s numbed body, and then looked back at his taller, chunkier co-worker.

“Hey Dan, come help me flip her over on her back. I just want to take a look at something.” He said with a half smile that revealed damaged & yellowed teeth. 

“Geez man, just be quick before the Doc gets here.” The lumbering orderly sighed and stepped over next to the gurney, lifted Kelly’s body and turned her around. The thin one ran his hand up and under her gown, groping around her midsection and smiling. “How’s that feel bitch? You’re so high flying right now that it wouldn’t matter what me and my buddy did to you. We own you, ya know.” 

He removed his hand, and leaned in closer, staring at her heavy eyelids and half-opened mouth, before placing both of his dirty fingers between her teeth to pry it open further.

“Well look at that Dan” The thin one said, pointing at Kelly’s opened mouth. “This bitch has a tongue stud. You know what that means, right? I bet this ho sucked a whole lot of d-”

“What in the nine hells are you two idiots doing?” The loud accented voice came from the doorway. 

"Shit, Doc Z...eh, we were just leaving." The thin kid said nervously.

“Get back to work, both of you!” The doctor moved out of the way, as both orderlies exited the room in a hurry, but not before the trailing one received a sharp crack in the back of the head with the clipboard.

The doctor stepped over to the gurney and shook his head in disappointment as he straightened out the patient’s gown, and gently pushed his hand under her chin to close her mouth. 

“My apologies Miss Denver. Good help is terribly difficult to find in this place, but rest assured that a swift reprimand will find those two soon enough. I don’t tolerate patient abuse here at my facility.” 

He pressed two fingers against her neck and checked his watch. “My name is Doctor Zvikas, or simple ‘Doctor Z’ if you prefer. I am the lead psychiatrist here at Bridgewater and will be attending to you during your stay with us.” 

The doctor’s expression appeared sincere enough, with a warm smile attached to a clean-cut appearance, and piercing blue eyes that almost seemed to glow even in the low light. His thick dark hair, kept neatly combed back, had random streaks of gray that probably put him around his mid-forties. He began flipping through the documents attached to his clipboard, nodding his head as he scanned through each one. 

“Well, I don’t need to remind you why you’re here, only that we hope our extended treatments and interactions will help you along your path of recovery. “

He folded the notes back and stared up at the flickering light with a soured expression. “And I’ll see about getting this light fixed.”

Doctor Zvikas turned and headed toward the door. “In the meantime, relax and I’ll come to check on you later. Oh, and currently you are not restrained to that bed, but that doesn’t mean you have free reign to roam around as you will. This door will be locked and we have armed patrols on this floor, so if you need something, then let the nurses station know by pressing the call button on this console here near the door.”

He exited the room, closing and locking the door behind him, and the only sound Kelly could hear at that moment was her own irregular heartbeat. The sedatives kept everything dead and vulnerable, both which brought even more misery to her, fearing that she may never see her old life again. Fearing she may be alone in this wretched place...

[center][h3]Czigani[/h3][/center]

The girl struggled against the restraints, and with every movement they seemed to become tighter and more uncomfortable, causing burns on her skin and frustration everywhere else. Unfortunately, the sedative those two freaks had pumped into her system a few hours ago was wearing off and the once dulled pain began to resurface in a bad way. She wanted to scream, but lacked the strength, or to be more exact, the [i]will[/i] to care, as most of her rage had been exhausted enough previously. The smells of her room repulsed her more than anything else, and her gown was soiled with her own urine, which was turning more rank as time passed. She needed to get out, to run away and escape this hell hole. It wouldn’t have been the first time since she was here, and it wouldn’t be the last. The thought left a slight grin on her lips, but was quickly vanquished by her thoughts of home, of her long-dead parents, and the life of family and music she had once enjoyed. 

“Ya skuchayu po tebe.” She muttered in Russian, a language she spoke very rarely, and only around her parents when they were still alive. [i]I miss you.[/i] She echoed the same in her head, trying to hold on to the strands of memories that this place slowly stole from each person.

The sound of the Doctor’s loud, yet muffled voice snapped her back to her terrible reality, as Czigani could hear the faint goings-on in the room next door. She smirked, realizing ol’ Zvikas had to keep his two lap dogs on a short leash once again. Why he kept them around she couldn’t understand, but the Doctor himself just didn’t seem to fit in this place. Either way, whoever the new victim was in the room next to hers was, Czigani hoped they would focus their attention on them and not her. She didn’t need the attention they gave her. 

She didn’t need anyone.


[@Xandrya]