The day had rolled on slowly. Nirvana had doodled in her journal for hours, trying her hardest to keep her tired mind preoccupied. Dinner came around what she guessed was 4:30 but no words were spoken. She didn't even get up to get the food right away, just to make sure she didn't have to speak with Crane. When she got her dinner she just ate it quietly. She didn't want to worry about anything except eating. And pretty much right after she ate she went back to sleep. The music had been playing all day and she had yet to hear a song twice. She realized she had so much music saved into her library that she could probably go another day without hearing a song repeated. She curled into bed, pulling her new blanket over her shoulders and closed her eyes. She just didn't want to deal with her predicament that day. She was already so heavy with emotion, she just wanted to sleep forever. And to her surprise, she slipped into slumber quickly, her body melting into her blanket.
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Crane felt his stomach become filled with butterflies when he opened his laptop to see Nirvana sleeping soundly. The room had automatically switched off the lights and she was breathing deeply, but otherwise no movement came other than that. He looked at the computer in silence as his mind wondered. His eyes flicked to the desk before his fingers slide along the wooden top to the drawer near his leg. He opened it to see the black silk bag that had his needles and the new creation in his position. The liquid version of his toxin, much more potent, more condensed. Only a small amount was needed to start a fearful fire in the patient receiving it. He should know, he did the tests for it himself. The last few nights had been hard. Nightmares and hallucinations, he had been flying under his own medication for days. It lasted hours. Maybe 5 or 6, sometimes 8 hours. He had to sleep eventually, and when he did it was like the nightmare fuel was kicked into over drive. It had been a rough few weeks, between the little contact between he and Nirvana and the constant working, he felt more exhausted than he ever had. But he believed he perfected the formula. He picked out one of the unopened glass vials with the toxic orange looking liquid inside and a needle and placed them in his pocket.
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Dreaming didn't happen often to Nirvana since she had been locked away. It seemed like everything was just black, but she seemed to sleep so soundly since her capture. She was always so tired then when she fell asleep, she was out. But that night she remembered dreaming. It was mostly colors and sounds. Soft whispers through the glows of lights that danced inside her mind. Maybe her mind was trying to escape, creating a peaceful world for her to fall into. She didn't stir at the sound of the door to her room opening or closing, and only sighed in slumber when a presence was knelt by the side of her bed. The chill that ran up her legs rose goosebumps as her blanket was pulled back to reveal her pale flesh. Crane's blue eyes took her in now, as he saw her sleeping form. He did his best not to think too much about what he was going to do to her. The Hell she was about to go through. But also the thought thrilled him as he uncapped the needle and began to fill it. The orange serum seemed to glow in the glimmer of the moon and he thought of how wonderful it would have been to have a patient he had no caring for. To cause real terror in a stranger. He sat down the glass vial and moved over to Nirvana's bare leg, running his fingers over the flesh ever so lightly, causing her to stir but not wake. But also he couldn't help but think how this new powerful serum, this innovation of terror, may finally be the key to finding out the fears of Nirvana Nelson. With this thought in mind, he quickly shoved the needle into her flesh and injected the serum, causing Nirvana to awake, startled and in pain. Her green eyes focused on his before they suddenly went blank. How quickly his new serum moved. Her breathing hitched in her throat as Crane through the needle to the side and stood back to watch her, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed down at her.