Stiles' heart pounded in his chest as he walked down the corridor with the metal keys in his hand; he knew he needed to get into the basement in order to find out why the nogitsune kept appearing in that room to him in his nightmares and after that, then he could try and figure out a way to escape Eichan. That being said, he knew that it was the fact that he was alone in that dim hallway, but he knew that it was probably just paranoia.

'Just focus on getting in the basement.' He told himself as he fumbled with the stolen keys, trying and failing to push them into the locked knob. "come on...," he muttered, growing more and more frustrated, "I thought this guy had a key to everything."

He felt the cold hand gripping his shoulder tightly and he knew that he had been caught by Brunski when the head orderly hissed in response, "I do," only stopping to grip his other wrist just as tightly to pry the keys out of Stiles' hand, "but nobody has the key to that room."

Stiles winced as he was forced down the hall by the man's tight grip, past the main gathering area most likely for some form of humiliation before they stopped in Brunski's office and he was practically pushed into the chair. The sixties rock music would've been nice if it wasn't so threatening.

"There's two ways this can go. I'm even nice enough to offer you a choice," the man's grin was so sickening that it made Stiles' stomach churn, "you tell me exactly why you were breaking into the basement and you can spend the rest of the day in the five point restraint system in your room. Or, you can keep it to yourself and take a trip to the quiet room."

Neither of those sounded like a good option to Stiles and he couldn't be truthful about why he was going into the basement, so he sealed his lips and his fate in one go, wincing when he heard the light rattle of the pill bottle in his sweatpants pocket.

"More keys?," Brunski asked before shoving his hand into the pocket, letting out a sick laugh, "Amphetamines. Looks like daddy sheriff wasn't kidding about the sleep issues." And with that, Stiles was forced back into the hallway as two more orderlies who were much bigger and stronger then Brunski each grabbed one of his arms and forced him to follow the head orderly down the hall into a different corridor into a padded room that had to be unlocked with the set of keys. "Into the quiet room, little man."

Stiles tried to break out of the hold, but it was no use as Brunski held the pill bottle up in Stiles' vision. "Wanna tell us where you got these?"

"A vending machine."

He watched as Brunski's faced turned up in a grin as he pocketed the bottle, "I always love the sarcastic ones," before grabbed a syringe and uncapping it, "hold him down and give him five of Haldol."

'Oh god, he's sedating me.' Stiles realized as he was wrangled into a better position, his head practically pressed against one of the orderly's shoulders in a effort to keep him still, remembering Morell's foreboding warning, "stay awake."

"I can't go to sleep. We can talk this out. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I just gotta-ahh!" Stiles yelped as he felt the needle plunge inside of his flesh, the drowsiness immediately kicking in and sending him to his knees as he desperately pleaded with the orderlies, "you don't understand, I gotta stay awake..."

But he was just shoved onto the ground and was forced to succumb to darkness with Brunski's smiling face being the last thing to fade.