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"Säg mig igen." Comes a feminine voice from within an occupied cell. "Remind me why I cannot gå ut."

The electric crackling of an intercom sparks to life. "In English please. I thought you said these sessions where helping you." Responded the male voice to the cell's occupant. The voice belonged to the doctor who was assigned to regularly gauge and ease any unnecessary tension. To prevent avoidable security risks.

Kaijmera grumbles under her breath. "Vad en åsna."

After a pause from the doctor over the intercom. "These conversations are recorded. I could just, go get them translated."

The woman sits up from her bed and pushes a chair backwards towards the com so that she can sit right in front of it. "Vad jag sade innebär att du är en åsna." She responds again, tilting her head this time. "Låt mig översätta för dig...Let me translate for you. I called you an ass...and I want out." Kai then looks up to the small black bubble installed in one of the top corners of the room. Holding up a finger. "Du ljuger. You lie..." She lifts a second finger. "Du gör falska löften. You make false promises." A third finger uncurls from the palm of her hand. "Du säger att du kommer att fixa vad som är fel. You have not fixed me." Her hand then swats at the air in a dismissive yet frustrated manner. "Varför ska jag bry sig? There is no point. Ingenting kommer av detta."

Although he could not speak Swedish. There was enough English for him to decipher what she didn't translate for him. "What's made you change your mind? Why would you say that now?"

With one motion she stands up and shoves over the chair. "Du sa! You said! Things will get better in time! I tid! Time has come and gone and no change! Ingenting! Just more guards and heavier bars! Inga fler nålar! Jag är trött på dina spel!" Her face reddens with anger.

"...did you already forget?" A response finally came once the room went quiet again. "How many people have you already hurt?"

Kai's piercing eyes go between the camera and the intercom as if contemplating which one to punch first.

"I don't mean the first time you had an episode. What about during one, no, several. Of your check ups? They weren't there just to make you feel uncomfortable. Almost every time they tried to get a blood sample. Or the time after that? When you said you wanted to 'socialize' more....why do you think we can no longer do these sessions face to face? We don't do this just to torment you." A heavy pause fills the room before the doctor speaks again. "...do you really not remember?" The resuming pause only helped answer his question. "We have footage. If you don't believe me."

She visibly flinches at the last sentence looking physically pained by his words.

"The only person who is keeping you from getting help is yourself. You can trick yourself into thinking you're the victim. We have evidence that states otherwise. But you can't even handle the idea of looking at yourself, can you? Who is really stopping you? I'd tell you to look in a mirror, but you can't seem to do that either can you."

"Nej!" Kai protests, covering her ears and continues to liberally state her opinion on the matter. "Nej nej nej nej! Du har fel! Du lögnare!" She wrenches her hands down. Clenching and un-clenching them at her sides. The joints in in her wrists pop and each movement of her fingers produces a gristling sound. A look of pain and discomfort grows to wash over her face. From under her softening fingernails, sharpened and curved claws began to protrude. For a second she coils back her arm to jam it into the com.

"Kaijmera! What do you think will happen if you keep acting out like this?! Who will be left to help you? Do you really like being drugged all the time that much?!" The doctor finally seems to lose the calm tone to his voice.

She remains coiled to strike, looking again at the camera. Silence fills the room again. Her other arm then slowly raises with the palm faced towards herself. The claws that were originally intended for the wall mounted tech, then pressed down onto her wrist and forearm. Her anger turned towards determination.

"...Kaij. Kaij." He repeatedly tries to get the distraught woman to speak again. Each time he calls her name it's with a greater hint of panic. Until he sees her through the camera, quickly rake those sharp claws down the entire length of the underside of her forearm. "Kaij!"

Instantly she yelps out in pain; curling herself over the newly self-inflicted injury and stumble back. The blood that quickly began to trickle down, leaving a trail on the floor not only meant that she was not just faking it. But that the medicine currently in her system was no longer enough to keep her calm enough to work with.

The doctor couldn't get to her cell fast enough with how quickly his feet moved. He grabbed the nearest security personnel that he could find with a tranquilizer at the ready. The barrel of the gun pushes through the food port and the guard looks into the room through the window on the door. Jaijmera sits, crumpled over against the foot of the bed. Not taking any chances, he hits her in the side with a tranq dart. Making sure she doesn't react to the jab, before a key card is pulled out to unlock the door to the room. The doctor is first to rush in, medical gloves on and some rubber medical tubing to form a tourniquet around her arm to stop the bleeding. "Help me get her up!" The doctor yells to the guard. However the guard seems to be more concerned with keeping himself planted in the doorway with the gun still at the ready. "....she is injured! AND you tranquilized her! She was probably unconscious before that! Look!" He pulls out a small pocket light and opens one of her eyes to shine the light over it to show her lack of reaction. Her pupils remain dim and glazed over. "You can't fake that!"

As soon as the guard steps inside, the lights suddenly go out. The only illumination coming from the light shining into one of her eyes. Both the guard and the doctor look around in confusion. The doctor feels something close around his wrist which held the light. Looking back, he sees the still illuminated eye with its renewed piercing gaze. Red lights illuminate the hallways. Distressed but weakening cries for help echo out from within the darkened cell. Its door slightly ajar.