Some time after the good doctor left, maybe an hour, or two, or ten, Kelly's body convulsed. The spasms didn't last long, but to the poor woman, they felt like an eternity. The flickering lightbulb above her intensified the scene to something that the old Shyamalan would have directed in his good days. At least that's what it would appear to a regular civilian if they walked in on this monstrosity.

But that nightmare was a walk in the park compared to what was going on inside Kelly's head. Something was eating away at her, making her to want to commit acts of violence deemed too brutal and savage to even mention, but she couldn't make the feeling go away. No, she had to lie there, unable to move, while her mind pushed her to the brink. Kelly was lost.  

She had been staring at the same wall and for the life of her, she didn't dare to look away. Due to the sedatives, Kelly's self-awareness came and went as it pleased, sending her into a deeper realm of hell. When she closed her eyes, because that's as much physical freedom as she was allowed, she was even more confused. Things took a turn for the worse when she started to hear voices, those which she couldn't differentiate between real or made-up. This made her sad, but at the same time angered her. It's as if Kelly's emotions where being controlled by some outside force, and she didn't like it one bit.

"Help..." she managed to whisper, although whatever rational thought she still held on to knew that no one would save her, no matter how many times she cried for them.

[@Rawk]