A/N: I tried to bring it to reality a bit more in this chapter. I think I might have lost it somewhere in the middle but Im not sure. Let me know what you think.

As far as I was concerned, mashed potatoes should never have clumps, corn should always be on the cob, chicken fried steak is supposed to be tender and gravy shouldn't taste like flour. What the fuck was wrong with these damn Yankees? If you don't have the rhythm of cooking then don't ever try and attempt making southern foods because you're bound to piss someone off. I was pretty peeved by the time I made my way to the back table, and she could tell. I threw my trey on the plastic table top with a loud thud, slumping into my seat. With the fork I poked at the supposed steak and crumpled my nose at it, groaning.

With all of the odd quirks and privileges us patients were given, you'd figure they'd extend their giving hand just a little bit more and give us some decent fucking food. I shot a glare up at the blond sitting in front of me; to anyone else they would've assumed what I just heard was a sneeze of some sort, but I knew better. The laugh might have been brief and disguised but the left over smile was still as bright in her eyes as it was when she pushed Jackson down the stairs that one time.

"Im glad you're amused."

"It entertains me." She admitted, dowsing her mashed potatoes with salt. Like that'll help anything.

"Yeah well, this…" I motioned to my trey. "Sickens me."

"You're going to eat." Her tone dipped low, almost to a growl causing me to flinch.

She disapproved of my latest trend of skipping meals and made sure I knew it. It's not like I wanted to fucking do it, but shit Im used to deep fried, grilled on a pit, smothered in grease and butter southern cookin so this shit… yeah wasn't gonna cover it. I felt a kick under the table, making me jump. I looked up at her again but her concentration was on the dry heap of mush in front of her. With narrowed eyes, I carelessly cut a part of the steak and shoved it in my mouth, holding back the gag that choked me. She took a bite of her mashed potatoes but I caught the subtle quirk of her lips, Im sure secretly loving her victory.

Our usual content silence fit itself around us again, wrapping us both in a bubble of security. It was a rather large table but most others knew to stay away from us… or rather, to stay away from Her. She'd made herself a reputation around this place and it pretty much stated, Stay The Fuck Away From Me in the best way possible. A few broken bones, dislocated joints and lots of stitches later, no one except for her doctor and Gaines the security guard had the balls to confront her. And if no one messed with her, no one messed with me. It was a nice arrangement.

That little detail made our game easier to plan, and in turn, easier to play. By the looks of things, it was about to begin.

Gains tall dark frame sauntered into the open cafeteria, smiling and waving at a few nurses as he did so. Only one of them really acknowledged his greetings, the others sneered at him and one of them just ignored him all together. It's safe to say he's not exactly the office favorite. Long story short, he's a perverted womanizing prick.

By the time I turned to announce he had arrived, her eyes were already zeroed in on him with a murderous glare. It was then that I got this ping of adrenalin in my stomach, rapidly coursing its way through my veins as the realization kicked in: This was it, it was really happening. We were going to do this and it took all of me not to grin.

She whispered. "Are you ready?"

I simply nodded, trying to look past all the white spots that suddenly crowded my vision. I was getting too worked up, and I started to worry until I felt a cold hand on mine. That was all it took to chase away my anxiety and those stupid spots. I gave her hand a quick squeeze before whispering "I've got your back."

Before I could blink, a food trey had flung itself across the room right at a nurse who narrowly dodged it as the blond in front of me stood with a scream. I fell back to the floor, a small scream of my own passing through my lips at the sudden outburst. By this time the table was on its side and the cafeteria had erupted into chaos; Nurses hurried to other patients who were also frightened by the disruption still occurring.

A circle of staff had formed around a growling blond who glared at each of them with an equal amount of malice. All other patients were being escorted back to their rooms; other's being carried away after having had to be medically soothed and in result losing all function.

I scooted myself away from the small crowd left to try and stay out of the line of fire. The staff was focused on only her, and Gains took the lead. In one large swarm, they all went for her; one scrub-clad body was flung back with a slight crack and a loud scream, two of them backed out holding random areas of their limbs that seemed to be bleeding and the rest fought for dominance. Another body flew out of the circle and hit a table, leaving them limp and motionless. From where I sat, he still seemed to be breathing but he'd wake up with one hell of a headache later with all the blood his hair was drenched in.

I could only see glimpses of her, thrashing, kicking and punching, her hair whipping in all different directions. Her screams rung out like sirens as she battled with nurses and Gains. I had no doubt that they'd even forgotten that I was there, which I didn't mind. I never liked being the center of attention anyways. This is what made my job so much easier. We hadn't expected them to evacuate the room like they did, and of course we didn't know what kind of retaliation they were going to come up with but so far, everything was working perfectly. So while I still had my chance, I crawled over to the medical bag that lay open and abandoned by a mass of toppled over chairs. There was no digging, no searching, this bag existed for one reason and one reason only, so when I reached it I wasted no time and grabbed the top three rectangle containers quickly shoving them in the waistband of my pants and crawling back over to my original spot.

She was losing, and I could tell. Her screams had morphed into mute grunts and growls, her blows packing less punch.

"Back up!" A man's voice yelled and in a wave of blue, the nurses remaining rippled away, revealing a rather flustered Gains. He had her wrapped in his arms, her back pressed firmly to his chest preventing her from flailing any more.

"Laurie!"

For a split second, I could see her eyes roll, only to snap back to the scowl that was carved into her features. Barbra walked up to her with a hand over her heart.

"Laurie what in god's name is going on?" The elderly woman questioned.

If looks could kill, that lady would've been a butchered mess by now. Just when I thought she was going to say something, the blond spit in the doctor's face.

"My name's Angel you stupid bitch."