Beka couldn't possibly rest. Agitated, she wandered the room, around and around.
"How dare they," she said to herself furiously. "How dare they take control of me like this? I'm my own person, I can make my own choices. It was the same with the flash. It was my choice to take it, and it should have been my choice to go on." In the back of Beka's mind she knew they'd done it for her own good, but she didn't want to recognise this. Andromeda popped up.
"Beka, would you like anything?"
"Yeah," Beka said, "how about a doorkey?" Rommie rolled her eyes.
"Now where have I heard this before?" She disappeared and Beka giggled cynically.
"You wouldn't give it to me then either and look where I ended up?" Rommie popped up again, frowning.
"What do you mean?"
"Well," Beka said, "if you'd just have let me get on with it, none of this would have happened." Rommie shook her head.
"No, you're right there. You'd be addicted to flash and probably would have got us all killed. Please Beka, try to see that this is for the best." Beka suddenly felt a lump in her throat. That's why they'd saved her before. They thought she'd get them all killed. But why were they saving her now?
"Just leave please, Rommie." The hologram sighed.
"We're all here for you Beka." Beka didn't want to answer, but inside she was wondering what was in it for them. Rommie disappeared again, and Beka sank down on the sofa.
"Andromeda, privacy mode." The familiar beep of affirmation made Beka feel a lot calmer. At least now she knew nobody could watch her. She looked around her with a weird feeling in her gut. She wanted to prove to them that they couldn't control her. She started roaming around the room.
"Dylan wasn't lying," she said, "they've really removed everything." They'd even removed things like needles and her cutlery knives, things you couldn't do anything with. She angrily buried her nails in her skin and got surprised when she couldn't feel anything.
"Oh my god," she laughed when she saw her nails had been cut. "They're really taking precautions, aren't they?" She looked around her. "Ok, so they've removed everything sharp, but there's other things, isn't there? Ah-hah!" She spotted a jar of painkillers she kept around for headaches or period pains and picked it up. She wasn't sure how many was in there, but there were probably about forty or fifty. She picked up a glass of water and started swallowing them, with a feeling of victory.
About twenty minutes later, her stomach started hurting. Beka was crying by now, with the empty jar in her hand.
"I'm not going to be their burden anymore," she sobbed. "They'll all be happier when I'm gone, and this'll show them they can't stop a Valentine once she's put her mind to something." She suddenly looked up and her eyes widened.
"Hold on," she thought. "Why am I doing this? I'm still young and this'll pass. I don't really want to die. Other people being happier without me isn't a good enough reason." She stood up, tears running down her face.
"Rommie," she said in a weak voice, "could you tell Trance I need to get to medbay?"