Before I could register any thoughts. Two buff nurses dashed in and pinned me to the wall. Ouch. Knocked the breath out of me those bastards did.
Vi walked in, because of course she did. Of course she was here. I won't speak to her. That will piss her off and maybe she won't visit again. Good plan Jinx.
"Jinx, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you're here. We talked to the council members and just barely managed to convince them not to throw you into Stillwater." Wait. Did she say the council members? But I killed them!
I guess my face betrayed my thoughts. "You didn't kill them if that's what you're thinking. It was a smoke bomb, remember? Some sort of twisted joke."
No. I put a live bomb in Fishbones. Just for them. I KILLED THEM. Didn't I? I wouldn't put a smoke bomb in. I'm not crazy. I wanted them dead. I'm not a joke!
I guess Vi had been trying to speak to me. I snapped out of my thoughts when she put a hand on my cheek. My body betrayed me. I leaned into the touch. Just momentarily before I retook control of myself.
I snapped at her. Gave her a decent teeth shaped bruise right on her fat hands. That's what you get for trying to apologize you traitor. My signature grin plastered to my face.
I could hear them. Laughing with me. It had been a while since they laughed with me, instead of at me. I couldn't help but join in.
I laugh until I choke on giggles. It's been a while since I laughed that hard. When I realize that Vi isn't enraged at me, I stop.
She isn't mad? Instead she looks hopeful. Like she saw something new in me. Ugh, I should have ripped her hand clean off. Who would be laughing then? Me!
"We have decided you can move into your room now. This was a temporary solution until you could calm down a bit. Took a bunch of convincing but I managed to get the doctors to agree to move you!" Ugh her happiness was sickening.
I never asked her to help me. She should have just left me in the undercity. Alone. To rot. A growl escapes my throat. I actually didn't mean for it to slip, but it's too late now.
Damn, Vi doesn't bat an eye. She just signals at the nurses to lift me by the arms and exit into the hallway. I HATE THEM ALL.
The halls were never ending. Just dull walls with unmarked doors. Hall after hall. Not to mention Vi trying to make small talk. She sucks at small talk. I think I'm going to break if I have to hear Vi make one more attempt to comfort me.
The jacket is too tight and the nurse's grip is numbing. Where the hell are they taking me?
Finally we stop at another bland, unmarked, door. Just like all the others. I can see an unnecessary amount of locks on the outside of the door. What, did they think I could lock pick through steel doors?
Vi opens the door and leads the way inside. The inside is plain, just like everywhere else in this wretched place. Well, at least it wasn't quite as blinding white. Even the lights seemed more subdued, a warm yellow.
The room is covered in a sickly beige paint. Totally nauseating. Maybe I can sneak some paint in somehow and add my signature look.
There was a single window, but it was obviously designed to be unbreakable by certain crazies. Even the carpet was a bland brown, probably hiding years of stains. A single bed sat against one wall, more comfortable looking than any bed I have ever slept in before.
A desk, a chair, and a dresser drawer all sat in various places in the room. A cut out in the wall revealed a modest bathroom, yet still more luxurious than anything in the undercity. Yet, no door or curtains for privacy. Shit.
The most infuriating thing was that one entire wall was blank. Except a huge mirror taking up the entire length. A one sided glass, probably people judging me behind the wall right now. I was like a caged animal! No privacy or modesty!
"Monsters don't deserve nice things." "Why would they trust you?" "They are pitying you, you don't even deserve death in their eyes." Even though I mumble for Mylo to shut up, I know he is right. He is always right.
"I will be back in the morning with some gifts to make this room more cozy. Unfortunately I haven't gotten them to agree on taking the straightjacket off, but I am working on that. I just need you to help me help you." Her eyes pleaded with me. So she wants me to behave? Damn, maybe they should lock her up in this place. Absolutely loony.
So I ignore her. I want to scream and bite, but some little part of me is too tired for that. Maybe later.
The nurses let Vi leave the room first before roughly setting me on the bed and leaving after her. The door shuts and I hear at least three locks click shut. Suddenly there is no sound.
Until the voices start up again. Unrecognizable words, more to annoy me than anything. If only I had control of my arms. I would pull at my braids and scratch my scalp. It made the voices slightly more bearable.
Why couldn't they just lock me up in the darkest cell in Stillwater and leave me there forever? Why would they fake caring about me? So many questions, but no answers.
After a while of sitting and mulling over possible options, I decide nothing can be done from my position on the bed. I need to get a hold of my situation.
The room is on the smaller side, but in a comfortable way. Still larger than any bedroom I have seen, but cramped compared to my workshop.
As I expected, the window was reinforced to be almost unbreakable. Maybe once I get out of this dumb jacket I could try, my shimmer laiden blood would strengthen my attempts at least.
The wall of glass is facing everything in the room. They literally could see every move I made. I'm sure Vi or her little Piltie bitch were watching me right now. UGH.
My desk was almost empty. It seemed Vi had set up a few empty photo frames, probably bringing photos the next time she came. At least she hadn't tried to give me paper and art supplies at least, that would be mocking my jacketed arms to a cruel degree.
The chair was a size fit for the desk, yet flimsy. Ohhh that would be fun to break. Better save that for once I have arms again, really destroy it to my full power. And the dresser. Not that I could open the drawers without my arms, but I figure it's empty. What would I do with clothes anyway? Get changed? Hell no. Not when anyone could be watching through the glass.
Don't even get me started on the bathroom. No door for modesty. No shower curtain for privacy. And why was everything so smooth and slanted? The sink, shower head, even the soap dispenser. What did they think I was gonna do, hang myself on everything? I would go out with nothing less than a BANG.
The toilet and sink were nicer than anything in Zaun, but not that I would ever use them. Again, there could be people watching. In fact, I KNOW there are people watching. I won't let them degrade me anymore than they already have.
Like usual, I got bored quickly. I paced for a bit. Jumped on the bed for a bit. And of course made weird faces in the one sided glass. If only I could flip them off. Instead I'm deduced to raspberries and cross eyes. Oh, and slobbering. Gotta be creative.
Honestly, while it was boring, the voices were quieter than normal. They liked interrupting during lulls in action, like right now. It was oddly quiet considering the things I had resorted to out of sheer boredom. This weird place was fucking with my head. I hate it.
Hours pass and my stomach does nothing but growl and gurgle. When will these people feed me? Maybe it was some sort of brilliant plan, starve me into submission.
I watch as night falls and still no food. Not even footsteps in the halls. Which is strange because I could hear when Vi and those nurses walked away. At least they couldn't take me by surprise, that was comforting.
Sure enough, I heard when someone approached. I'm glad the walls weren't completely soundproof. That would drive me crazy being unaware when people were about to enter.
A lanky, tall nurse entered. She smelled overwhelmingly of fake flowers. Ew. However, she carried a full tray of food. I suppose she can live to see another day, she did bring food after all. Mylo still wanted me to rip her head off, but not everything can revolve around him. She left the tray on my desk and hurried out, smart woman.
It wasn't until she left that I remembered I didn't have hands to eat. Didn't bother me, but it would be a hassle for some poor sap to clean. The food was more tantalizing than anything I had ever laid eyes on. Well, ever laid eyes on and been able to eat.
It was a warm grilled cheese sandwich, a mountain of fries, and a container of chocolate milk. Simple, but a rare treat. I could get used to food like this. If there was one reason to stay, this food was it.
Just to piss off whoever was watching me, I ate even more pig-like than usual. It was their fault for putting this STUPID jacket on me and expecting me to eat normally. I even decided to use a mixture of chewed up fries and chocolate milk to dirty the one way glass.
Now that was fun. Plenty of laughs and chuckles from that stunt. And it wasn't even Mylo's idea! All mine!
Nobody came in after dinner. I was a bit pissed. Nobody seemed to care about the little stunt I pulled. Or maybe they were too afraid of me to enter. Yeah, that was it.
A bit of time passed and I realized how tired I was, it must be getting late. Or the food was drugged. Oh shit. Of course the food was drugged! Why hadn't I thought about this before eating it!? I'm always so careful. I would throw the food up, but everything is more difficult without arms.
I could feel my strength leaving as minutes passed by. Mylo was screaming at me. "Stupid! STUPID, STUPID!" But, for some reason, I couldn't see any of them. No faces in the corners of the room or lifeless eyes visible in my peripheral vision. Just their pained screams and echoed cries.
The tiredness in my bones is starting to annoy me. The one good thing, ruined. Can't even eat here. I start to scream. I rant off words unintelligible even to my ears. I'm just pissed. Dumb sister for putting me here.
"Maybe you're the dumb one for letting yourself end up here." I don't stop screaming at him until my voice simply gives out.
After a while I feel oddly calm. Why was I screaming again? Oh yeah, I was angry. Now, I'm just tired and bored.
I noticed for the first time what I was wearing. I don't know how I didn't notice before, but only now did I realize I was in a skimpy hospital gown and pajama pants. It was an ugly blue with yellow flowers, spilling out from under the restraining jacket. How awful. Yet, oddly comfortable. Damn, what kinda drugs were in that food? Mylo, remind me to never eat that shit again. Mylo?
The bed was increasingly comfortable, even without whatever bullshit was in the food. The bed was incredibly posh. The jacket made getting comfortable a giant pain in the ass. My bones felt like they were filled with lead. I think everything is a bit hazy now. And funny. I want to laugh. But, I'm too tired right now.
Huh. Mylo stopped screaming at me. Usually he keeps me up, but I hear no noise from him. Neither can I feel or see any of my usual companions. If I wasn't so fucking tired I might be stressed. But, I can't bring myself to care. Maybe, this was a nice feeling. Maybe this was good? Blissful nothingness.