The further Gaara went into the building the more worried he became; there was no one in sight. This could only mean one thing; their goal had already been accomplished. You see, this 'Correctional Facility' never kept a patient for more than two days. They had never needed any more time, until Gaara. The goal of this monstrous place was to take those that were criminally insane and whisper things into their ear so that they were broken. It's a really good strategy, unless you already have a demon roaring within your head constantly. Needless to say, Gaara didn't stay for much longer than those two days.
After reliving the painful memories of being led through these corridors, courtesy of Shukaku, he came upon a gray door. The door held a small window and through it he could see Hinata, eyes clenched, hands covering her ears, and dried tears on her cheeks. He glared for only a second before bringing his foot back and slamming it against the door, all of his strength going into that one kick. Honestly, it was probably more than enough force, but the guy was pissed, cut him some slack.
The cracking of the door frame seemed to distract her and she looked up, foggy eyes going wide. She watched, opal eyes never once leaving him, as he came closer towards her. "Hinata, we have to go back to the institution," the head told her, trying to keep his voice level. Said girl stared at him for a second and finally nodded after seemingly arguing with herself. She pushed herself up into a standing position and Gaara put an arm around her shoulders, trying to calm her shaking, but she flinched and pulled away. The young boy frowned, but there wasn't anything he could do, he had to respect her bounds.
They took forever to exit the building, or so it seemed, and the whole way back to the hospital Hinata would occasionally grab her head, shaking it furiously. You don't think they… Shukaku trailed off, neither wanting to finish the sentence. Gaara didn't answer, just continued to stare at his roommate, that is if he ever got out of solitary confinement. They finally came back to their hell and, not surprisingly, were immediately cuffed. Oh so familiarly they were led through the dank halls and to Tsunade's office. When they went in the blond was sitting in her swivel chair, waiting for them and sporting a black eye. Gaara smirked. Tsunade exited her seat and went towards Hinata, ignoring the red head's growl, and opened her arm for a hug. Shocking them both, Hinata turned away and Tsunade pulled back, hurt written obviously in her brown eyes.
"Due to… recent discoveries, you two will still be sharing a room, but you will have a constant guard outside of your door, and you will no longer be allowed to participate in any activities. That is all." Hinata didn't react and Gaara just shrugged; fine by him, he didn't like those idiots anyway. They were led away from the office that they both frequented and their cuffs weren't removed until they were safely inside their room.
When the cuffs were off and they were alone Gaara cracked his wrists while Hinata rubbed hers, silence falling over them. "What did they do to you in there?" Gaara asked without any emotion, hiding his worry quite well, something Shukaku taught him.
Once again it took a moment for her to answer. "They had me listen to music," she monotoned, not a trace of her stutter in sight. Gaara glared at her, but she didn't flinch.
"Are you lying to me?"
"T-technically, they were just sounds," she stuttered a bit at the beginning this time and there was also a bit of emotion, but not much, and hardly any like there was before that damned place. The pale girl went and sat on the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin and closing her eyes even though it was still bright outside.
"Damn it!" Gaara snapped, punching the wall, blood running down it. "They did it again! They fucking took something from me again!" He kept punching the wall and eventually a small crack formed, and that's when the guards deciding to come in, holding a strait jacket.
20 minutes later and Gaara was sitting in his bed, tied up, and Hinata had started to giggle and she actually did sound a bit insane, but I was okay; he was too. He gave a small smile but glared anyway.
"What're you laughing at?"
"I-I'm sorry, it's j-just that you r-really do look like L-Lecter when you're w-wearing that," she continued to giggle, her delighted eyes telling him that she wasn't really sorry. His smile grew in return and he allowed himself to hope, just for a bit. Don't kid, you'll only get hurt worse in the end his pessimistic demon told him and the young boy couldn't help but to agree. They had done something to her there, and if it's what he thought it was, nothing would ever be the same again; she would never get better.