The next day came quickly. She was taken into the usual room, three chairs now facing one another, the other two patients were already in place, calmer than they were yesterday as she was assisted into the shackled chair.
Dr. Kirkland was standing behind her, a young nurse standing in the corner of the room was observing and one other doctor was in the room. The young man from the day before sat opposite her, his wild eyes darting between her and the other doctors in the room, a particularly hateful look in his eye towards the female nurse behind them. The other patient was completely still, his eyes fixed on her in a cold stare.
She knew what was about to come, she heard the box open with a click, their weapons were handed out one by one to the doctors.
They started with the crazed man in front of her, whipping and cutting at his skin, his blood decorating the floor around them. Charly watched in silence as the other man laughed humourful at the view in front of him.
She expected him to scream in pain or in anger at his torture but just like her, there was silence, his gaze fixed on her own, sweat on his brow and his lips bitten back in an attempt to hold back his cries.
She could hear the doctors muttering behind her, a change in his behaviour due to the other patients in the room. She learnt his name was Ryan, his piercing gaze remained fixed on her, his blue eyes upon her own.
That's when she noticed it. His arms were moving, rhythmically under his straight jacket. She watched with interest, noticing when one arm became free under the fabric. She couldn't help but smile with admiration for the man. She tried to move her own arms, but they were so tightly bound, she was amazed he was able to do so.
His eyes darted from hers, to the nurse behind her. A smug look was dawning her features, enjoying the show she presumed.
With the new set up, their ankles weren't tied into their chairs as they were in the surgical chair for their solo sessions. She could see him now, both arms were now free under his straight jacket, all he would have to do was unhook himself from the chair and he would be free. She looked behind him, towards the doctors who had yet to notice, mumbling between themselves and writing notes. She turned once more to the man, locking eyes once more and smiling softly at him. They were communicating without words, she nodded towards him, indicating that this was his chance, gaining a crazed smile in return.
With one motion, Ryan unhooked his sleeves, standing from his seated position and running at the nurse behind her. He was quick and took them by surprise. The doctors were soon to react, drawing something up into a syringe and approaching him.
Ryan had gripped hold of the young nurse behind her, scratching at the woman and biting into her neck, Charly could see the blood spraying from the wound he left behind as the screams reduced to a whisper. The laughter between Ryan and the patient behind her grew, she could feel herself smiling with them as they injected the syringe into his neck, his body growing limp over the now deceased nurse.
They had struggled to subdue him; an ever-growing anger was surfacing in Dr Kirkland in front of her. Her smile quickly draining from her face as he approached her. He raised his arm and then all was black.
