The nurse pressed two of her gloved fingers against his bare back around the probe that remained lodged in the soft pudgy flesh of his back. He'd softened over the years, something he wasn't too keen to admit. She pushed hard, hard enough that he felt his flesh tighten and bruise beneath her fingers. She rotated the probe and pulled to one side, then to the other and finally it dislodged from his back. A droplet of blood replaced the probe, accenting the swollen red irritated flesh around it.

"One down, one to go…" she said almost nervously before repeating the process with the other probe.

Unfortunately, this one was lodged in the even more sensitive soft flesh above his left hip. This time Billy didn't hold back. His agitation and pain from the annoying little probe being twisted out of his flesh made him wiggle, annoyed with everything and anything that had to deal with InGen.

He got up from the table and glared at the woman who'd removed the prods from his back. The nurse stepped back, bumping into a tray of metal instruments that clank, intensifying the thickness of the air. She looked terrified, a different nurse than he'd seen before. He turned and looked at the officer who had tazed him and then the guard who was taunting Lily. He stepped up, got real close to the guard so their noses were almost touching before opening his mouth to say an agitated warning. Unfortunately, the cop took a step closer to him, the sound of his heavy work shoes pulling Billy's attention from the guard.

He went back to his room and slammed the door. By this time it was dark, night again. The compound fell silent and he eventually passed out.

Lily pulled the threads at the corner of the mattress on her bed, her nails yanking them out one by one, trying to get them to unweave enough so that she could grab them and pull. She liked how they felt moving between her fingers, the slight burn of pulling them fast. Her eyes had well adjusted to the night while on the island, the night in the compound was different thought, so much softer and brighter than before. She liked it, but still missed the jungle more than anything.

Deathly aware of the sounds in the hallway she turned to face the door, one of two in her room, which led out into it. Her eyes gazed around the frame, checking for discrepancies between the amount of light coming between the cracks. She followed the sides down to the larger space on the floor where the door didn't quite touch the tiles as it should.

Her heart began to race as she watched the space dim slightly as someone walked by, the quiet echo of their shoes clapping on the ground mirroring her tepid mood. The hair that they cut stuck out in all different directions, making the shadow she cast in the moonlight resembles a Styracosaurus, the cousin of the Trikes. She liked the Styracs more than the Trikes though-they were more ornate in decoration and from everything she's seen and read (including some paleontological journals) they had tighter families. From the day she went 'missing' on Isla Sorna, she'd missed her family and maybe that's why she went with the raptors. For man eating creatures with rows of razorsharp teeth and claws specifically meant to plunge into soft-bellied creatures, they had tight knit families.

Now as she watched someone stand in front of her door she wished more than anything that she were back on the island. The raptors wouldn't let anyone touch her, especially not another human. They were very territorial of her as if she wasn't really a part of the family, more of an investment. Not that she minded of course. Had she been alone the whole time, she… well there wouldn't be a 'whole time', she'd have died right off the bat and she knows that just as well as the next person.

The door opened slowly revealing the silhouette of the guard, Andy Sachs, who'd been a nightly visitor for the last four nights. He stepped inside the room, slowly closing the door behind him and turned to the right after locking it. He set his baton down on the dresser along with his radio, the handcuffs he kept on him at all times and the tazer. She watched as he pulled his belt open. Shaking her head she backed up to the comfortable corner she found on the bed whenever it began.

The sound of clawing on his door drew Billy out of his sleep. He groggily sat up and twisted so his feet hit the ground, which was cold. "I'm coming," he called out and pulled a pair of pants on over his boxers. He hated having to remember where his clothes were in the damned room given to him by the compound.

As the door flew open, Lily fell onto him. Blood smeared down the front of his shirt, her lips and neck completely covered in the thick red fluid. He grimaced and hoped it wasn't hers, though for a moment he did hope it was hers. If it wasn't-she'd be in big trouble. She grabbed his arms, pulling herself up to stand. Gasping for air she growled, looking back over her shoulder. He looked down and struggled to hold her with one arm, bracing her against his body as the other hand reached up to pull her pants up. As he pulled them up he felt blood on her thigh.

"What the hell happened?" he asked as he closed the door, dragging her over to his bed and sitting her down. He knelt before her, watching the blood still drip down her chin and neck."Lily, what happened to you?"

She hissed with each breath, growling lowly when she wasn't wheezing. "Saaa… Saach…" she struggled, "Sachs."

His lip curled as he looked toward the door. He was going to kill Sachs, "Where is he Lily? Is he in your room?"

She nodded and shivered, finally locking eyes with him. "Dead."