The flash of relief and hope that Quinn felt when the door crashed open and her family rushed towards her was quickly snuffed out as Dahlia rushed up and [i]shoved her back,[/i] sending Roaki toppling to the ground. She didn't feel the usual warm happy glow when Besca hugged her; just a cold pulse of anger. And a moment later she extricated herself, [i]shoving[/i] Besca back and backpedaling, putting herself between the two women and Roaki.

Glancing at the cell, she at least saw that Roaki hadn't been hurt from the fall (she thought). But still, she sucked in an angry breath through her teeth, then delivered a savage and violent glare at the two in front of her. Principally at Dahlia.

[i]"[color=ffe63d]What the fuck are you doing?[/color]"[/i]

She half-turned, then flung her hand out to the cell. Her voice burned in a way that almost scared her as she spat, "[color=ffe63d]Why would you [i]do[/i] that? Look at her! Look what the Board [i]did[/i] to her! Do either of you think this is okay? It's fucking [i]disgusting![/i][/color]"

She gripped a tight hand on the door handle, rattling it as though to prove a point. Her eye was [i]glacial,[/i] a shard of golden ice, and her voice was flooding with both barely-contained anger and with heavy [i]disappointment.[/i] Disappointment that her sister had seen Roaki gripping Quinn by the wrist with her [i]only intact limb[/i] and not skipped a beat as she [i]rammed[/i] her back. Disappointment that Besca had seen it and not done anything. Disappointment on a level that she didn't know she'd ever felt before. She pointed down the hall at the door.

"[color=ffe63d]Besca, get the keys. Dahlia, get a stretcher or wheelchair from medical.[/color]" Her outstretched hand came back in front of her and curled into a tight, angry claw. "[color=ffe63d]We're taking her to medical. [i]Now[/i]. And they're going to treat her [i]better[/i] this time, or I'm not getting back into [i]Ablaze[/i] until they [i]DO![/i][/color]"