"Are you looking for your keys?" Kelly asked despite knowing the obvious, speaking for the first time in hours and visibly startling the poor guy, "Because they're not in here. I noticed that the tattooed freak swiped them from right under your nose." Her voice remained low, with no trace of emotions detected yet coherent enough to be understood by the frightened orderly. 

When Jimmy replied with a cowardly "oh", Kelly propped herself up on her elbows, raising an eyebrow in the process and pursing her lips as if she been forced to argue with a child. She could tell he was scared, probably fearing for his life, for even more unsettling was the fact that she was kind of enjoying his current state of anxiety. Kelly sat up, her feet playfully dangling off the bed.

[i]Jimmy...Jimmy...Jimmy...[/i]

Something within her was giving Kelly the urge to lunge at the orderly, to shred him to pieces until only a bloody mass of guts and bones remained. But the rational side of her knew that was utterly and despicably wrong. More so, Kelly couldn't help but feel frightened and in somewhat of a state of vulnerability in light of these instinctual savage urges. But she wasn't like this prior to her sentence, before she was banished to this forsaken prison to die. 

Jimmy must have sensed what was going on inside her head because he cowered into a corner just like she had not too long ago prior to her transfer. 

"Oh, don't be scared," Kelly said with a wicked grin which suggested otherwise, hopping off the gurney before walking towards Jimmy with a limp to corner him against the wall, "I don't bite," she whispered in his ear, staying there for a moment before stepping back to stare into his eyes. "I just need your help getting me out of here...can you do that for me, Jimmy? Please?" 

[@Rawk]