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Day... but Quinn lost count. She couldn't remeber how long she had been in the walls of Haades High Security Prison, but she knew it hadn't been too long. She was waiting for her one phone call, or her visits she can get from a loved one, but not here at Hades. She wasn't allowed any visits except the ones from the cold hearted guards who could care less whether the prisoners were dead in their cells. Being a resident surgeon Quinn knew that almost all of the prisoners weere not living healthy lifestyles, but what do you expect in prison? Most of the people here, guards included, had terribly irregular sleeping patterns. One night they would go to bed at twelve, another it would be five in the morning, then they would get up an hour later; that mixed with eating dissorders and what not, meant that if they all kept that up for a few years or even months they would all have possible heart problems. But Quinn was already having certain heart problems. She couldn't keep her mind off Bri. Everytime she would actually go to sleep she would dream of her bright eyed beauty. At first these dreams were what kept her going, but not they were almost taunting her; remindering her of what she had, and what she lost, what most of the people here lost.