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Butch felt Dominique grapple his shoulder with her hand, but he ignored it and kept the thrust of his baton. It was not until she spoke did he stop the swinging.

"That's enough. Let's end this session and continue tomorrow when everyone is calm again, okay? Good. Let's just send her to her cell... or to a doctor maybe."

Butch wanted to refuse her desire, but he couldn't looking into her tired and tormented eyes he could not refuse. His stubborn demeanor seemed to have cancelled out by the sight of Dominique looking almost... dead. But on the hand, no prisoner went to a doctor, the authorities could have cared less if a convict rested with a broken leg. But Vega didn't have just a damaged left leg that couldn't be stably walked on for a couple weeks , but her ribs were cracked and her back grew wilts and wounds. There was one doctor though, but he was for the insane patients, and he was rather disturbing, but the lunatics would describe him as nice. The doctor would give them their sweeties, their candies- in other words their drugs. Drugs that would expanded and enlarged their imaginary world. However, Butch knew better to not send Vega to him, that doctor was clever and all but rather weak in stature, being slender and short. Besides his medical room was not guarded, it was just him and a camera. He didn't even really have a name, just told everyone to call him Doc.

"First, a doctor, then solitary confident," Butch muttered as he stood up, quickly glancing at the net of blood draped on the baton. He called an escort to send Vega Archer to the medical bay, if he went down with her he would have killed the woman. When Vega left the room Butch turned to Dominique, hands on her shoulders, "Are you alright?" He shook his head looking at the mark on her face. "Dominique, you should plead to go back to office. What if you get hurt again?"

Meanwhile with Vega, she limped weakly to her destination, smiling. She was happy though the pain hurt like hell. She didn't just strike the female cop in an act of temper, but that she knew they would have to send her some place other than her cell. She would have the chance to explore Morus, know the prison, and with that she could learn how to escape the place. In the medical bay, she was assigned a patient's bed and was guarded by two policewomen, just in case Vega tried something again. After her leg was treated and her wounds were stitched it was late at night and both guards were not wide awake. Vega swiped a container of painkillers. Luckily she was successful... well at least this time.