The woman in front of my scrawled a few notes down on whatever paper was on the clipboard she was holding, assuming there was a paper at all. A small smile spread across my face, mere moments before she looked up at me.
"Mr. McCloud," she said, pausing as if I'd react, "Now, do you know why you are here?"
"My name's Fox," I stated simply, avoiding her question entirely.
"Okay, Fox, do you know why you're here?" She stared me down, a red squirrel completely hiding her appearance with a white lab coat.
I shook my head, another smile forming across my face as a few chuckles escaped my lungs. One of the two men that had been standing in the shadows behind her stepped forwards, only to be sent back by a simple gesture of her hand.
I felt awkward, being stared down by the three in the room, and I'm assuming there was more on the other side of that just slightly off colored portion of the wall.
"We're here to help you Fox, and we can't do that without your cooperation," she said, soothing and soft like the voice used to address a baby. My grin turned to a slight frown and my hand swung out as I slapped her across the face, sending her sprawling from the small chair.
Almost instantly, the small pricks in my neck alerted me of what the guards had brought to the game. The sudden fatigue had my fall, in a likeness of the woman's –except with less gusto- leaving me sprawled on my side as the liquid dulled my senses.
She was back into a sitting position, her legs folded into a 'V' away from me. "Fox, you just had to answer the questions," she stated simply, "The ride in Spelling's Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center would've gone so much easier for you if you had just done as we asked."