The job was extremely risky, yet, of course, it paid very well. With the new patient moved, the facility staff trusted you to keep him under control. It was a serious job after all. With his data and notes printed on your clipboard, it seemed far less than simple, Jeff would stay up at night, screaming like a dying animal or yelling nonsense at the metal door out of stress.

The number of times newer staff tried getting a glimpse of such an infamous person made it all worse. It was another work shift, taking detailed notes. Jeff seemed calmer when it came to eating or getting groomed, though, with the gun holstered on your belt, you knew bullets were the least of his concerns.

Sitting in the chamber, the heavy shuffle inside made your gaze turn from behind the glass that was between the two of you, the audible sound of him trying to open the door was muffled, He barely acted this way, it was hard to tell if his actions were coming from desperation, or hostility.