Elena woke up in what she thought must have been the most depressing hospital on earth. The room she was in was dimly lit, and shared by many other empty beds (never a good sign). The once white walls were now a dirty yellow color, and with many cracks along the walls and ceiling. And the windows did nothing to improve the ambiance, seeing as they gave patients a clear view of The Narrows. A steady beeping to her right alerted her to the fact that she was hooked up to a heart rate monitor. It was only then that she noticed the dull pain in her wrists, and saw the white bandages that had stopped the bleeding. She noticed that there was no one in the room with her, and began to survey the area. However, there were no needles, syringes, scalpels, tongue depressors, or any sort of weapon near her. Someone had been very careful.

But then Elena heard the click of the door as it opened and the doctor's voice.

"- about twenty milligrams of risperidone should do it," he was saying to a nurse.

She quickly shut her eyes and feigned sleep. The last thing she wanted right now was to deal with him too. She heard the door click shut again, and footsteps approach her bed.

"Miss Moretti, I know you're awake. Both your heart rate and BP clearly indicate you are conscious" he stated, in the most conceited manner possible.

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and saw him staring down at her through his rimless glasses. "Are you this charming with all your patients, or am I just lucky?" she asked sarcastically as she sat up in her bed.

"You are lucky, Miss Moretti. If you had cut your wrists the correct way, you would be dead at this very moment."

"I don't think luck had much to do with it, to be honest."

But it didn't seem like he was listening anymore. Dr. Crane was scribbling away on his clipboard, and a strand of hair had fallen in front of his eyes but he was too busy to push it back into place. His face was frozen in serious concentration, and Elena decided then that he had nice cheekbones. It was a shame such attractive features were wasted on such a cold man.

Continuing to write, without looking at her he said, "You have been placed under my care by Judge Martin after he heard of your attempted suicide, until such time that I find you are no longer a danger to yourself or others. You will reside in Ward C and meet with me every week so that I may monitor your progress- or lack thereof."

"Ward C? Why wasn't I put in Ward A?"

"Because that is where all of our most dangerous and volatile patients stay, Miss Moretti," he replied patronizingly.

"But don't you consider me dangerous?" she asked, feeling slightly snubbed she was being grouped with all of the other common mental patients.

"Not particularly, no."

She smiled. "Well then you can release me then."

"I said not particularly, not completely harmless."

He looked up from his notes and she once again saw his clear blue eyes, and was very aware of his gaze as he examined her. "How do your hands feel? Any tingling sensations or numbness?" It almost sounded like he was concerned.

She rolled her eyes.

"I'll take that as a no, then."

He turned to leave, but the question that had been on Elena's mind since she had woken slipped out of her mouth. "So when do they start?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific."

"The experiments."

Silence. Then after a minute…

"What have you heard?"

She now chose her words carefully. "That you're about as dangerous as I am."

She saw something in his eyes flicker, for the briefest moment, and suddenly his entire demeanor changed. He stopped standing so straight and removed his glasses, and an eerie half smile appeared on his face. "Much more so, Elena." He turned again and sauntered towards the hospital, and just before he left, he turned around again and whispered, "See you on Friday."

Once the door closer, she allowed herself to shiver. Dr. Crane was stranger than she had thought- during the last part of her interview it felt as if he had turned into a whole other person. She really needed to escape from Arkham, and quickly.