Over the course of the next few weeks poor Henri was brutally beaten and abused. On one occasion, one week into his stay, the nurse walked in.
Henri started to sweat with trepidation. "Vhat… vhat vill 'appen to me?"
"Something to cure your crazy symptoms." She said simply.
Henri started mumbling in French to himself softly, to comfort himself.
"Y'see? You're broken. Like an animal" Henri stared at her with the coldest eyes, "– no reason or culture in ya," She continued, unfazed. "That's what the cold water's for, kid: To shock your system awake. Knock some sense into you." She grabbed him by an arm roughly and pulled him out the room. Henri, small as he was, was powerless to the brute woman. "We were nice the first day. Eggs and milk… it was luxury for a lunatic like you. But you didn't eat. No matter – your kind aren't worth feedin'." She frowned in a disgusted manner as she continued walking, "Swill's enough." She stopped and threw him onto the floor – hard.
"Ennnnh!" Henri moaned. He stayed on the floor. The room was hot and humid. He moved his head up slightly to see black boots in front of his face. "That'll be all, Angela." He waved her off.
"Stand up, swine!" The stern man yelled.
Henri stayed down… fearful for his life. "They were right. Stubborn like a mule – I can fix that. Time for the treatment, pig." A chill shot up Henri's spine as the man picked him up and plunked him into a large curvy tub that was made of stainless steel. "Froid!! L'eau froide!!" Henri yelled – his skin coming into sudden shocking contact with frigid water stimulating his every nerve.
"Maybe this time the water will eliminate any diseases you carry." The man watched Henri thrash in the water and held him down. "This is for acting up. You get what you get." A second thought came into his head. "You should be happy. This might fix you up. You could be normal again." He pushed Henri into the water almost drowning him.
"Sortez-moi d'ici! Ayez la pitié! Je vous prie de faire!!" Henri cried out. The man only ignored him.