[centre][b][color=fff200][h1]Niesha[/h1][/color][/b] [img]http://i65.tinypic.com/2prbtlc.jpg[/img] [b]location:[/b] "Quite Place"[/centre] [hr] [color=fff200]"it wasn't an order, it was a observation, merely a request. My friend is already hurt, I'd rather be whole to help her" [color] Niesha's voice had grown cold, as she contemplated just breaking a thumb to get out of the restraints. If she nad been conscious at the time they had been put on, she would have been able to give herself some wriggle room. Fortunately she didn't have long to contemplate that as the woman from the gate appeared and untied her. Niesha swiveled around automatically, ignoring the discomfort. That was something you had to learn to do, in this day and age. Her eyes scanned the room, contemplating escaping the room and going to Sophie, but that would not benefit Sophie. Zoie seemed reasonable enough, but tnat didn't mean anything. Niesha went to say something, before Zoie hugged her. She stiffened, not sure what to do. Simple human gestures had always flustered her. Now they just seemed alien. She sat there a moment after Zoie had gone, staring at her hands, her wrists. Pain was a curiois sensation. She gave a soft sigh. She didn't want to wait til tomorrow to she Sophie. What if she woke up? Niesha wanted to be there. She knew this Ms Sally wouldn't let her go out. Frustrated, Niesha clenched her hands, fingernails digging into her skin. [i]"you have a problem, come to me" yeah, my problem is your doctor is an ass. My problem is I want to be with Sophie, but you've made it clear that it isn't going to happen today[/i] Niesha thought to herself, closing her eyes tightly. She eventually gave a sigh, and rose. Such simple human actions, showering, dressing. Right then tney seemed completely abnormal to Niesha. She sat and cleaned the raw wounds on her wrists, and bandaged them as best she could. And then she sat, eyes staring unseeingly at the wall, as if she could stare right through it, right to Sophie.