Snippet #1749058

Just as Alkaline was nodding off to sleep a few guards barreled into the room. They looked angry, and a few of them were glaring at her. They must have finally seen the footage of what had happened previously.
They beckoned for her to come towards them, and she reluctantly stood, stomping to the door.
"The rest of you, go to your therapy. If you are not planned for today, have fun in the rec room." The order did not sound friendly.
They cuffed Alkaline and led her down the long hall towards the back of the asylum. Great, She thought, a light growl erupting from her bowels which caused the guard to her right to jerk her elbow followed by an angry stare. I get to get tested on again.
She had been behind the swinging doors before. Too many times to count. At first they tried shocking the crap out of her, but she would bounce back in a few days and be sent again.
They placed her upon the cold metal table, strapping her body down with thick leather straps. They placed something on her head, screwing in metal to hold it on. Then she was injected with a shot, slowly she could feel the medicine wrapping around her cells and veins, then she blacked out.
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Dorian watched the men escort AK out of the room, his head tilting as he watched, slightly ammused, and slightly upset. He didn't know where she was going but the people around her did not look happy.
Since it was his first day, he figured he would be one of the ones to go to therapy. Probably so they could feel him out.
He turned to Annika and bowed his head apologetically then muttered a, "Bye" before getting up and going to the guard waiting at the door to corral the numerous species out.
"Uh, therapy today?" He questioned. The woman looked down at her clipboard, flipping up a page and then asking his name which he answered.
"Yes, yes you do. Nurse Patina will see you in room A 15." He thanked her and then headed out where he was immediately stopped. "Excuse me, but you need someone to take you there. No client is allowed to wander the halls." She clicked on her walkie and asked them to send a couple of guards. In turn, Dorian rolled his eyes but patiently waited before he was seated in a room labeled with the doctor's name. He couldn't very much read it, but he was pushed inside the room and there he waited for whomever he was told to see.