Daire entered your little ward. The room empty besides a lumpy bed, and metal table cemented into the ground. His brown eyes moving your huddled frame in the chair across the table, cuffs around your wrist, where you just stared creepily at him. But he was unbothered, he saw his patients act like this a lot.

“Gonna try to attack me again, this time?” He inquired at you, his brow cocking up, as he sat on the small chair behind the metal table. Resting down his clipboard, and pen attached to it. Yesterday you lunged at him after he basically insulted you for your mental..’illness’.

Though, Daire easily handled the situation. Grabbing both your wrist and keeping you under control until a guard could come restraint you and he could make his exit. But that was yesterday. Todays a new day and maybe things will be different.