Sirius found himself in a long hallway of sorts, barefoot, dressed in thin white robes. All of the walls were a pale blue color and there were no doors or windows. The floor was covered in a well-worn carpet, in that same pale blue color. It was freezing cold in the empty hallway, and Sirius was just sitting in the middle of the floor, all alone. He began to shiver.
All of a sudden, he heard pounding footsteps, and he felt his spirits lift a bit. Maybe whoever was coming could help me! He thought to himself. Maybe I can just ask them calmly where the hell I am, how the hell I got here, and what the bleeding hell is going on here! However, when Sirius saw whom the footsteps belonged to, he stiffened in fear.
Several people in long, flowing white coats and robes were heading his way. They all carried clipboards in one hand and held bulging black leather bags in the other hands. Three were women, all with their hair pulled back into severe buns, and two of them wore black-framed glasses. The other five were men, huge men with more muscles than James. When they saw Sirius they seemed to pause out of sheer surprise, then barreled towards him. Sirius was so scared he couldn't move. Yes, Sirius Black, Padfoot, The Marauder Who Knew No Fear, was afraid of doctors, well mediwizards, really. Now, regular healers and nurses, like Madam Pomfrey, didn't bother him at all, but for some reason—a memory he had probably suppressed—he got a horrible feeling when around a doctor, even when he saw ones on those muggle hospital shows that Lily sometimes liked to watch. Up until then, it had only been a weird, queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that he had interpreted as fear, and when he had mentioned it to Prongs once, Prongs had brushed it off as just some irrational fear, and Prongs was still the only person who knew about his feeling about them. However, he had never been this scared of one before.
"Patient X-8-6-A-A-4-2 in special projects and operations division!" One of the women, the only blonde female in the group, shouted, as she looked up above her head, towards the ceiling, talking to what must have undoubtedly been a security camera. "Unsure of whether X-8 is armed, but certainly deranged and dangerous. Suggest treatment as a hostile, immediate sedation, and removal to the High-Security Ward."
Sirius realized with a jolt that the woman was talking about him!
One of the men grabbed Sirius roughly by the front of his robe, and hauled him to his feet. Two other men came forward, each grabbing him by one of his arms. The blonde woman removed a long, thin needle from her black bag. Sirius was powerless to resist as she injected the needle's contents into his arm. Sirius felt his eyelids droop….