Chapter 10
He opened my file and picked up a fountain pen from his desk. He looked at me with an intense gaze. He asked me a few general questions like my age, weight, place of birth, and previous illnesses. I didn't feel inclined to answer this man, he was a stranger after all and I hadn't asked for any treatment. But nurse Leah stood next to me, and moved her finger towards the buttons of the remote in her hands so I answered the doctor’s questions reluctantly. “Do you suffer from insomnia or nightmares?” He asked then. I shrugged, I've never been a good sleeper. Whenever I wake up, my brain switches on immediately, only to deactivate again once I fall into a deep sleep. But this isn't always easy. Sometimes I'm too wired up, thinking of too many things I want to do before the day ends. I tell the doctor something along these lines. He said nothing, just wrote in my file.
“Are you highly strung? Meaning you react strongly, emotionally or aggressively in certain situations?” I shrugged. “When something makes me mad, of course I react. I won't stand injustice or dishonesty,” I said. “I wouldn't call that highly strung. I would call that normal, part of being human.” Again, the doctor said nothing, just wrote. He was making me nervous.
Then he looked up and said “The nurses reported that you did have some violent outbursts when you were apprehended two days ago and also while you were in recovery.”
Now I felt my blood pressure rising. “Of course I fucking tried to defend myself. You fucking abducted me!”
Doctor Bates looked at nurse Leah and then at me. “I guess we can tick the highly strung box.” He muttered.
I exploded. I shot up out of the chair and yelled “You don't have the right to hold me here and do those horrible things to me! The way I've been trea…”
“ZAP!”
Instantly, I doubled over as the shock went through my clit. My legs tuned into jelly and I sank to the floor. I couldn't breathe for a few seconds and I was gasping for air. The doctor and nurse stood in front of me. Not lifting a finger to help. “Get up,” commanded the nurse, “now.”
Slowly, I got back to my feet and sat back on my chair. The pain was gone, but I was still out of breath. Crying, even though I didn't want to give them the satisfaction.
Doctor Bares sat back behind his desk. I didn't dare to move or speak. After a few minutes of contemplation, he said “I think it will be wise if we focus on getting this temper of yours under control for now. Once we've achieved that, we can focus on the rest of your problems. This shock has earned you your first warning point girl.” I Looked at my hands. “Fuck him,” I thought to myself, but I stayed quit.
“Nurse, please escort this patient to her room. She can ponder her actions until dinner time. I don't think we will achieve anything else today.” With that, I was sent away by the doctor.
Nurse Leah made me walk in front of her, through the iron door and halfway through the hall. We stopped at a white door with the number 1 on a sign next to it. It had a small glass hole, for the staff to look in and, beneath it, a hatch. The nurse unlocked the door und swung it open. “This is your cell.” She told me. As you’re level 1, the door will be locked while you're in here. We only unlock it when your schedule calls for it. With a nudge, she made me step inside and slammed the door shut behind me. I heard several locks and bolts slip into place. There was no handle on the inside of the door, and pushing against it had absolutely no effect.
The cell was tiny, maybe 3 by 2 metres. On the left was a bed. Or rather, a mattress on an iron frame, bolted to the wall. There was a thick, woollen blanket on the bed and a very flat pillow. At the end of the bed was a washbasin and toilet combined in one metal unit, like the ones they have in prisons. Everything was bolted down and tightly secured. There was nothing I could use to assault the staff, of harm myself if I wanted to.
In the cell, all the walls where white, just like the rest of the Unit.
Everything here was colourless and mind numbing. Mounted high up on the wall, was a metal box with holes in it. It looked like a speaker, though no sound came out at the moment.
In the right corner, where the walls met the ceiling, was a small red light. It blinked every now and then; a camera! Even in here, I did not have any privacy. Angrily, I kicked the bed, it made a lot of noise and against better judgement, I kicked it again.