Day 38, Friday.

Envy got his medication. Under force.
The guards always had to struggle Envy down to the floor, drug him and then needle the medicine in him.

Envy did his best not to show it, but he started to get exhausted.

Al the drugs, medication and the fights took a little hard on him.

Sometimes he just felled like giving up.

He was really lonely – more than usual – and he didn't wanted to talk with anybody else in the center.

But hell, if he would as much as think he would give up!

Envy laid on his bed again and thought how many times he had missed Capoeira. Was it the seventeen time? More or less?

Then a nurse came in, and said he had a special guest.

Some people in Envy's place would have been happy. The psychiatrist center was so far from everything and Envy didn't get so many visits like the other patients, and only some few phone calls from his sisters.

Envy glared at her.
She couldn't have picked a worse time to speak to him, now he thought how many times he had missed karate – and who's fault that was.

"It shouldn't bee some celebrity, like Tom cruise, who wants to tell they now how hard it is, but I have to fight it and bla-bla-bla?" He asked annoyed.

"If that's the case I just wanna let you now I couldn't care less. You, the queen of England, it doesn't matter. There will be no difference."

Envy didn't knew if the nurse understand the meaning behind the last words – which was that she would scratch the eyes out of the person anyway.

In any case, the nurse left again and it showed that Envy didn't have a visit after all.