Who was this freak that thought he had the right to walk into her room and start some shit? Kelly’s reactions would have been much more excitable and frantic if it wasn't for the “fuck it all” serum they injected into her hours ago. Although, she had a bit more mobility than expected, it wasn't enough to pull away from the tattooed man. James on the other hand stood there petrified, holding the woman up, and staring, locked eye to eye as though he'd witnessed a car crash. He angled his head, slightly intrigued by whatever uneasy impressions Kelly had left on him, and leaned in closer so their noses touched. 

“What the hell are you?” His tone overlaid with confusion and a hint of anger as though lack of understanding pissed him off.

“I ASKED WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE, BITCH?” The kid emphasized his anger by violently shaking her. 

The echoes of screaming reverberated off every wall and into the hallway, where a passing orderly responded to the noise, calling over to one of the nearby nurses for help. 

“James! Let her go, now!” An older nurse demanded, pulling out a syringe from her coat pocket. “You know better than this!”

James’ expression instantly changed to that of sorrow and guilt, as a small child being reprimanded by a parent. He turned his attention toward the nurse, she motioned with her hands, and James slowly removed his grasp, as Kelly's body slid down the wall crumpling into a sitting position on the floor. He crossed his arms and slumped over while walking toward the door, giving the nurse a dirty grin as he went by. “Cunt”. Followed by a mock punch toward the young orderly, causing him to flinch, and James to start laughing hysterically, skipping off into another direction.

The nurse shook her head and walked over to Kelly’s body. 

“Jimmy, come help me with her, please” She said to the skinny orderly standing in the doorway, watching as the tattooed freak went further down the hall.

They both lifted her up onto the bed in a prone position causing a bit of a moan from the girl and the nurse checked her pulse. Satisfied with the results, she fixed Kelly’s gown and headed back out the door, instructing Jimmy to replace some of the linens before he leaves the room. The kid nodded in acknowledgement, but had a weird feeling about being in there, the same feeling that he had in the room next door a few hours ago. 

“Ok Jimmy, just one more hour until your shift is over, and you can get the hell out of this place until Monday.” The thought made him grin as he busily took the soiled towels and sheets and replaced them with slightly [i]less[/i] repulsive linens. 

He stopped what he was doing for a moment, as though the thought of being watched just occurred to him. He turned his head and noticed the girl laying in the bed had her eyes opened, yet they weren’t necessarily fixed on anything in particular. 

“H-Hello?” He waved his hand hoping to catch her attention, but the eyes were unmoving.  

“Oh my god, that’s creepy…” He said, slowly walking over to the side of the bed, and reaching his hand out toward her face, hoping to close her eyelids. A sudden muscle spasm caused Kelly’s body to shifted slightly, scaring the kid enough that he stumbled backwards, tripping over a floor mob, which sent him crashing into the small linen cart nearby that wheeled forward hitting the door, and causing it to close, engaging the auto lock. Jimmy looked back frantically. 

“Oh no no no….” He scrambled to his feet, and tried the door, before searching around for his keycard. “Shit, where is it?” He mumbled, walking around the room to see if he’d dropped it somewhere. 

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

The sweat forming on her arms and wrists made it easier to slip out of the loosened leather restraints, and she quickly went to work unbuckling the remaining straps with her free hand. 

“This place isn’t going to hold me, I swear I will kick everyone’s ass on my way out.” Czigani grumbled to herself. 

The crash she heard coming from the next room snapped her attention to the dividing wall, and then to the small ventilation grate near the top, which also fed into the next room and allowed her to eavesdrop on much of what was going on, especially sounds she was surprised to have picked up. She could hear Jimmy worriedly mumbling something to himself, and for whatever reason, this brought a little smile to her face. She was sort of an ass to him, even though he went out of his way to grab a pair of maroon-colored hospital scrubs because he’d run out of the standard patient gowns. Czigani liked the kid, he seemed about the only genuinely nice staff member at an otherwise hell hole of a clinic, he just needed to toughen up if he was going to survive this place.

“Geez Jimmy, what the fuck are you getting yourself into now?” She said in a low tone under her meaningless grin.

[@Xandrya]