Oh eight. *Voice quivers* M..m.my..heart *She lets out another harsh sob* Enn I, I talked to them, lot 'o them, they wanted to hear me, they liked my sound, they told me weird things, and loved me. Even the demons, but I didn't really want them, but they came any way. They came..a..a and they...they took my *She pats her hand over her now bald head, though he can't see it, and this frustrates her* My..my long redness, even took the pink with it *She fingers a spot when her skin had been shaved away*  

Lenor will ehar a renewed round of scratching from Dr. Blight. Lenor is confirming details in a mixed up, roundabout way. She is lucid but scrambled; like a word game gone wrong.

'Who are the demons Lenor?'

He asks, to keep her talking, test his hypothesis. She could be faking, shes very clever to switch words like this if she is. She will be medicated all the same. Thorazine does wonders even when your striken with intelligence rather than mental disease.

W..ww..hoo? *She cries out and shakes her head, lightly slapping her hand into her forehead* Eaters of the night *She gasps* You aren't one...no...*slowly she creeps out from under the bed, and whether he thinks she's faking the mental disease or not, no one can deny how badly beaten and sickly she looks. Only her head pops out from under the bed and looks up at the man, tears streak down her dirty face, a look of pure misery crosses her face* Eaters of the night *He watches her curl up into a ball, her arms cross over her chest, her face buries into her knees*

Dr. Blight falls silent after this round of ramblings. Lenor will hear footsteps approach and the door open again. A female orderly delivering the items the doctor ordered. Dr. Blight will offer the blanket down to Lenor and set the steaming soup on the table if she wants it.

'I want Miss Valdiva transferred tonight. Move her up to observation room six in the North wing. Ill be taking over her case completely.'

Dr. Blight tells the orderly who nods and heads off to make the move official. The doctor opens the case and holds it so Lenor wont see whats inside.

'Im going to give you some medicine to help you relax is that ok Lenor? Then we will move you up to my wing where I can keep an eye on you and help you.'  

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*She takes the blanket, though she shivers, she only holds it to her chest like a teddy bear, eyes move up to the doctor and hunger twists her face, her eyes wide as her brain remembers her "medicine" from the vampire girl* Chocolate? Do I get more than she gave? Mouthfuls? *She looks quite hopeful and even starts to inch out from under the bed* I waneed my medicine.

'Have something to eat and I will prepare it for you.'

Dr. Blight says in a friendly tone as the orderlies shoesteps dissapear down the hall. Dr. Blight stands up to offer Lenor his chair so she can easily get at the soup. He guards the small kit against his chest. Some patients get real jumpy when they spot needles.

*Her eyes flick to his wrists and she licks her lips hungrily* You are hearting to me *She crawls out, one hand still clutching the blanket to her chest, as she stands, shakily so, she steps on her discarded flavorless brownie without much care and shuffles to the offered chair, plops down and finally wraps the blanket about her shoulders. She doesn't look at the soup, the doctor's hands and wrist are her main focus, again she licks her lips, her right eye twitches slightly* Make my hurts go away *Eyes finally look up into his, though full of insanity, they still remain quite lovely, even if both are black and blue* Hearting to me.  

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2009-02-28 12:41:20 Dr. Blight rolls 5 dice to Sleight of Hand 4,3,6,4,5 (1 success)

Dr. Blight will set down the kit, slipping the prepared needle behind his back while Lenor stares at his other wrist.

'Youll feel much better in the morning Lenor. You need to eat so your bruises can heal.'

*oooh she saw that, the glint of the needle, the syringe full of sedative, she gasps, her eyes go wide, her mouth opens in a small O before she lets out a terrified scream and scrambles away from him, falling from the chair, she gets tangled up in the blanket, but that doesn't stop her from kicking the chair into the doctor's legs and screeching like a banshee, she tries to slither and elbow crawl her way back to the safety of her little cave, under the bed*

Lenor rolls 4 dice to See the needle, Alert+Per (Diff 7) 2,9,7,9 (3 successes)

That was exactly what Doctor Blight didnt want to happen. Hes set himself back, broken Lenors building trust. He grits his teeth after taking a chair to the knee and Lenor will make it back under the bed. Blight curses under his breath and grabs the kit, storming out of the room and locking the door behind him.

Lenor will be left alone with her cooling soup and new blanket...

*She coils up, her body pressed up against the wall, sobbing and wailing miserably, she tries to hide even more under the blanket, the soup smells good, it makes her stomach growl painfully, the fact that it's out there and she's in here only adds to her sorrow* They're...everywhere...all want to bury me *Softly at first, she scratches at an itch on her wrist, not really paying attention the scratching intensifies until her skin is red, and she doesn't stop, nails begin to bite into her soft flesh and rips up and down, not enough to draw blood yet, she screams at the pain, but doesn't stop. As she sobs she tries to dig into her arm*

*She goes into a kind of trance, staring off into space as her nails start to peal at her wrist, finally, instead of scratching she digs into the top part of her raw flesh and tares down, ripping chunks of skin away, the blood seeps up and starts to dribble down her arm, onto the blanket and her chest. Riiip goes her nails again until she breaks through and starts to scratch as muscle and veins, she blinks slowly and looks down at her bloody wrist with wide doe eyes and licks her lips hungrily* Chocolate....*Her tongue darts out and starts to lap at the wound, blood pores out as she severs a larger vein with her teeth, surely she will die, but she will die happily licking away at her life*

Blood loss will be quick and leave Lenor light headed and dreamy. Her life slipping away she will hear yells, muted voices and ghostly figures surround her. She will hear a vibration, a harsh hum entering her head as the lights of the world fade away. Could this be death? Could she really be done?

No. Its never that easy. Suicide watch is common procedure for the first 48 hours after intake to a facility like this. Lenor will lose a lot of blood thanks to inatentive orderlies but she wont snuff herself out. She will wake up an indeterminate amount of time later feeling like herh ead is made of cement and her mouth has been stuffed with wool. She is in a very small room, more like a six foot by ten foot glass box. Her bed is built into the floor with no way to get underneath. The top is soft but there is no blanket or pillowcase. All around her is clear glass and bright white lights focused in. Squinting she can see someone moving in the distance but no sound penetrates other than the heat from a small vent in the cieling.

*Lips quiver as she tries to lift her heavy head* Mmmmm *It's the only sound she's able to make for quite some time, moaning and whimpering incoherently. She twists her head from side to side trying to clear it enough so that she can focus on the images moving about* heeelp *Her wear voice squeaks out, she tries to move her hands, tries to sit up, her tongue licks at the roof of her dry sticky mouth, her jaw tries to move about, she blinks, maybe falls back to sleep for a minute or two, then tries to squirm again*

As Lenor moves she will realize that there are straps across her body, wide brown leather restraints that cross over her chest and stomach and pin her to the soft bed.  Likewise her arms and legs are strapped down to railings on either side of the bed.  Her wrist has been bandaged, and moving it she will feel the taut pull of stitches.  It throbs painfully, dully and constantly.  Everything seems foggy and muffled around her.  Her head swims in a daze.

(( I am so sorry, I just started a new job and it's been kicking my butt, but I'll be around a lot more from now on))

*She mumbles incoherently for a few minutes, her head swaying from side to side, feeling like sludge. Soon she tries to lift her hands, tugs, she grunts* Wha...*There is a small whimper as she looks down, her body shifting about, then she tugs harder at the wrist cuffs and screams in pain as she rips at the stitches* They're trying to pop me!!! *Suddenly she's wheezing as if the straps are too tight* Serpents! OFF OFF!!! *Her body thrashes harder, arching, twisting, legs kicking, tears stream down her cheeks, she screams out over and over*

Lenor's screams will go unanswered for a few a few moments.  The hospital staff knows that, restrained as she is, she is no danger to herself.  Screaming is a fairly common reaction to...well, to many things in a psychiatric hospital.  Certainly to the realization that you are no longer free to control your own movements.  Before long, the door opens.  Turning her head Lenor will see Dr. Blight entering the room with this folder of papers.  He places the folder down on the desk, shuffling through them.  Taking a chair he pulls it over beside Lenor's bed and sits down, one leg folded over the other, resting a clipboard on his knee.  He has a look of appropriate, if pasted-on concern on his face.  Suicide attempts are not uncommon, and long ago he stopped being shocked by them.  He also learned long ago not to reserve a place in his heart for every poor soul who was shuffled in through the doors of the hospital.  His concern now is obligatory -- the common little pangs that any human would feel.  He tries to let it be nothing more.  He won't get anywhere if its anything more.

"Miss Valdiva, you got us all quite upset the other night," he says with his caring tone, trying to use a little ironic understatement to lighten the mood and put Lenor at ease.  "We would have been sorely sad if you had left us."  He cracks a weak smile.  "A good thing we found you in time."  Seeing Lenor struggle he gives a sympathetic sigh.  "Unfortunately, the restraints are for your own safety at the time.  It's a necessary precaution I'm afraid.  How are you feeling?  How's the pain?"

*Her eyes are wide with utter fear of this man, the one who tried to drug her, when he pauses she lets out a small whimper, trying to sink down, as if trying to meld with the mattress, her face pales even more* A...are..you..mmm..the, uh *She shivers hard and tries to inch away from him, even though the straps make sure she doesn't move at all* The giver to...to...him? Does..he seeing over me? Am I...a.*She winces in pain as her whole body screams at her, eyes roll back into her head as passes out from extreme lack of food, water, and blood, her straining body goes limp, her wound bleeds slightly, having ripped out a stitch or two, and stains the bandage*

Over the next few days, Lenor will find herself taken excellent care of.  At least, as "excellent" as one can be when strapped down and fed intravenously.  She is kept under a near-constant state of drug-induced haze and stupor, weaving in and out of sleep.  She is vaguely aware of doctors and nurses coming and going, Dr. Blight checking in on her, asking her fuzzy questions which Lenor can't even remember the answers to, even if she gave any.

She doesn't know how long it is that she languishes in this haze.  But gradually she collects herself together.  Perhaps its the drugs.  Perhaps its the lack of "stimulation."  For once your head is a little clear...not completely.  There are still odd feelings and sensations swirling around inside your mind.  But you're able to piece some reason and logic together, if you try hard enough.

"Good morning Miss Valdiva," Dr. Blight says.  You don't know how long he's been sitting there.  He has his sheaf of papers opened, his pen already writing furiously.  "And how are you feeling?"