Hey, I know this is super short compared to how much I normally write, but I'm really struggling with this story at the moment. :P I would really appreciate it if you faithful readers would PM me with any ideas you have about where this could go? Thankyou! :D

Amelie's POV

'Emotion'

I walked out of Myrnin's 'room' and into the lab, where my guards, Oliver and Theo waited for me. Gerard looked aghast when he saw the blood at my shoulder, but I waved him away wearily. I hated to admit it even to myself, but I felt like I was on the verge of a 'mental breakdown', as they say nowadays. Oliver was watching me intently as I sat down on the couch. Before I could say anything, he was there helping me to lie down. He smiled wryly at my expression; I had let facade slip, showing him my shock at his uncharacteristic gentleness.

"I am not entirely incapable of emotion after all, Amelie." He murmured, so softly that only I could possibly hear. His dark eyes locked with my grey ones for a split second, but it was a split second that communicated a lot.

I sat up swiftly, regaining my cold composure again. The room waited for me to speak. I dragged in a discreet breath to steady myself, which I am sure did not go unnoticed by Oliver. Or indeed Theo, who after all is a doctor. Or Gerard - as my bodyguard it is his job to notice things like that. So there really was no need to disguise my weakness other then to protect my self-image and reputation. I took a moment, deliberating over what to say.

Eventually, I said, "Theo, what is your evaluation of Myrnin?"

The good doctor turned to me. "I have yet to come to a conclusion or diagnosis of any sort, Founder." He said respectfully. "However he is in a volatile state at the moment. He should be watched over as much as possible and kept calm." He paused shuffling through his notes. "Myrnin is currently suffering severe panic attacks brought on, we think, by his...restraints. Unfortunately, however much I may disagree with your use of a straight jacket, I fear that if we remove it now, he may hurt himself again." Theo said, frowning.

Oliver snorted, muttering something about 'emos.'

I turned my attention back to Theo.

"Very well. Do you have any medication he could be prescribed?"

Theo nodded, bringing out a large packet of sedative syringes. I raised my eyebrows.

"This is the only thing that would have any effect on him. I've mixed in a large dose of antidepressant. And you would only need to administer the medication when he needs it rather then it being regular."

I nodded, taking the packet from him before thanking and dismissing him. Now I was faced with the problem of who should give Myrnin the sedative when he needed it.

The only logical solution would be Claire, as she would be here at least once a week, but what with Myrnin's feelings for her apparently being how all this started, I quickly dismissed that idea.

That left only Oliver; he was the only one other than myself who would be able to handle Myrnin on a bad day. Of course, I was too busy.

I threw a sidelong glance at Oliver and saw him roll his eyes, grind his teeth together and say,

"Fine. I'll do it."

I hid a smile behind a delicate cough and handed him the medicine.

So, yeah, it was short and boring...just think of it as a filler. :P Don't forget to R+R! xxxxxx :D