For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction

"Reaction, incidentally, is a fool's name for a phenomenon clearly observable and explicable by the laws of physics and mechanics"

It was the aches that she felt first. Dull aching all over punctuated by slightly sharper pains that faded and blossomed in time with her heart beat. She gave a small groan and tried to orientate herself. She had been in the exam room…had argued with Morrow…something about drums.

The neck of her gown moved and a soft pressure on her chest alerted Harri to the fact she wasn't alone. As her senses turned back on she felt the flood of energies from the spells around the room and was unsurprised when she opened her eyes and turned her head to find the slightly blurred image of Morrow leaning over her. His stethoscope in his ears.

Stretching automatically as she came back to full consciousness she froze as another soft pressure on her hands caught her attention, her fingers felt like they were stuck together. In a surge of confusion and panic she lifted her hands into view only to see them bound in what looked like a pair of leather mits. Her fingers pressed together inside the tight material could do no more than wiggle slightly.

The heavy leather straps were also back around her wrists, preventing her moving her hands more than a few inches up. The wide leather belts over her legs and waist once more kept her on the bed, she wiggled and found no purchase. Her mouth dry and a sense of fear creeping over her the girl turned her head to find the Doctor watching her, his stethoscope still on her chest.

Morrow observed quietly as his latest charge came around and discovered her current position. He held the stethoscope in place and heard the increase in her heart rate as she found herself restrained once more. Slowly, he removed the device from her chest and from his ears. He draped it across his shoulders and considered her.

"Are you going to do that again?" He asked flatly, his expression stoic.

He stood in just his shirt and waistcoat, his lab coat missing and the sleeves of the shirt rolled up. He leaned with both hands on a set of metallic bed rails that hadn't been there when she had last been conscious. She was back in her room Harri realised. Slowly she shook her head.

"Good." He said in the same flat way but his eyebrows turned down and his next comments were tinged with anger "That was monumentally stupid. You've set your recovery back, exhausted yourself and for what? Because you decided to have a temper tantrum?" He growled. When she didn't respond right away he added impatiently "well what have you got to say for yourself?"

She gave a shrug and lay still watching him.

Morrow sighed and pushed a hand through his messy array of hair. "Do you have some

Sort of pathological need to ignore people trying to help and just keep hurting yourself?" He asked and taking a penlight from his shirt pocket checked her pupils. "Because that's what it looks like from where I'm standing." Satisfied with her pupil response he put the penlight away again.

"Don't be stupid." She muttered and tried to sit up as much as she could. It was difficult with the belt and the mits.

"Oh I'm stupid?" He asked "So what? you misunderstood me when I told you you weren't well enough to do things like go wandering or cast magic? Or it slipped your mind you literally just broke a psychic fever and still had a physical one? Or that you had a metaphysical crash and an emergency surgery 96 hours prior?" He didn't move to help her.

"You're stopping me from leaving!" She responded

This riled him. "Yes I am! I'm stopping you from leaving while you recover!" He retorted in clear anger. "I'm stopping you from walking out of my clinic and collapsing in the street! I'm stopping you from getting hurt more than you already are!" His gloved fingers tightened on the bed rail.

"You are studying me like I'm some sort of mythical creature you've come across! You said so yourself! You don't see me as a person let alone a patient, you see me as a test subject and don't you dare deny it!" She found herself yelling at him.

His anger receded a little "Look, that may be true in part…I can't deny I relished the idea of getting to study someone from your people when I discovered what you claimed to be. But what I said I said because I lost my temper. I maybe went about it…rashly perhaps but I was trying to learn more about you."

Harri glared at him. "Sure for your files right? Not for me?"

Morrow felt the anger flare again, so close to the surface. For whatever reason it seemed with her his normal calm demeanor fell away "No! so I know how to help you best you ungrateful brat!" He said through his teeth.

"I didn't ask for your help!" She shouted at him.

Morrow threw his hands up. "You are the most stupid person I have ever met!" He roared back at her "You more or less collapse in front of me bleeding all over the place in the sewers and then actually DO collapse and stop breathing with a life threatening wound that nearly kills you!"

"You said you only helped me because Eric made you!"

"Regardless of how we did we ended up with you! The state you were in gave me little choice!"

"Which you made worse!"

"I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT YOU!" Morrow bellowed at her then seemed to catch himself and lowering his voice slightly continued "once I figured out that I had and how injured you were I did EVERYTHING in my power to save you, what did you expect me to do? Leave you to die and feed you to Penny!?"

Harri scowled at him, wanting to clench her fists. She didn't answer, instead held the mits up. "What the hell are these things! Take them off."

"No." Morrow replied, crossing his arms. "One thing yesterday taught me is that my initial conclusions on your abilities were slightly wide of the mark, for most of your magic you do need your hands and if you are going to break your word about casting then I'm going to remove your ability to do it as much as possible. Just be thankful I still need access to your surgical site otherwise I'd have put you in a straight jacket."

"Yesterday?" Harri breathed blinking in confusion.

"Yeah. Yesterday." He said his expression was still firm "Yesterday, when you rudely decided to redecorate my exam room and managed to induce a kind of neurologic syncope followed by an unconscious episode and ripped your stitches. All of which I also treated you for by the way, not that you asked."

She stared at him and then the mits again. The buckles were tight and had a metal button thing holding them down. She pushed the button into the bed and found it unmoveable.

"They are locked by magnets and a dampening spell. They won't come off no matter how hard you try to break the mechanism." Morrow said.

Harri said nothing just stared at the mitts, her jaw set and her mouth a grim line. There was a beat of silence that seemed to thunder around the room so charged with both their anger.

"Look at me." Morrow said in the commanding tone she had heard him use when he warned her about the spell on the room.

She pulled her eyes up to his face and felt the overwhelming urge to cower back from him. His eyes were cold and his expression stern.

Once he had her attention Morrow said in a dangerously calm voice "Part of me is tempted to wash my hands of you and once you're more stable hand you over to Mystics and see what they will do with you. Based on the limited knowledge they have on your people and your insurance you've been taught to fear them, I can hazard a guess as no doubt you can."

She paled and swallowed, a sudden chill creeping up her spine and washing over her.

"However, that is not what I'm going to do as of yet. I'm the adult and you're the kid in this situation, at the moment you are both an unknown danger to others and based on my judgment currently to yourself. So yes, I will be keeping you here and you will be restrained while you heal and then while I figure out what to do with you. In the meantime You'll stay in this room and you'll be taken care of, you'll take whatever treatments I prescribe when I prescribe them. You will not defy me again, do you understand?"

She continued to stare at him wordlessly, it appeared the fragile rapor they had established was now shattered.

"Do you understand?" Morrow repeated.

She was forced to wet her lips a couple of times before croakily managing "Yes…"

"Good." He said and reached a hand down to take her wrist, pushing his fingers into the pulse point between the cuff and the bottom of the mitt "If you do I'll hand you over and that'll be that."

She twisted her wrist slightly but his grip was firm and looking up at him made her stop immediately.

After a minute, satisfied, he released her and watched somewhat coldly as she pulled her wrist back towards herself as much as she could, as if his touch had burnt her. "I'll be back to check on you later this evening. Eric and I have a job to do this afternoon, I'd recommend you try and sleep, you need the rest."

He watched her a few more seconds then moved to the door, giving a quick check that he hadn't left anything behind. He exited and waited until the door had closed and the lock snapped into place. Reaching up he took both ends of his stethoscope in his hands and let his shoulders sag.

Behind him Morrow could just make out the muffled sound of sobbing from the room. It left a hollow sort of haunted feeling in his chest. He closed his eyes and moved his right hand from the device around his neck to rub his temples with the middle finger and thumb across his forehead. He leaned on the wall by the door with his left hand and gave himself a full minute before straightening and walking off down the corridor.

This was no time to get sentimental, he had things to do.