Snippet #2191056

Sadie reached the finished part of the hospital, not quite able to look anyone in the eye. There was still chaos. A nurse swooped in and grabbed Sadie at the sight of her, blood in and around her mouth, the swollen jaw, the crazed look in her eye giving her away. She didn't give much in way of words, and was ushered off to the infirmary. Due to her history of being quiet and non threatening, she was mostly questioned on the basis of, 'who did this?' instead of trying to ask what she had done to anyone else. She could hear the orderlies on their radios, all frantic and worried, trying to find Lacross. The nurse noted the way Sadie stared at the radio, turning it down and quietly asking again who had done this to her. Sadie closed her eyes, not keen on being asked a million questions. Getting Jesse thrown in solitary would be fantastic, but if he opened his big mouth, Lacross would end up there, too. Well...she was sure he was going to end up there whether Jesse opened his big mouth or not.

"Sadie!" The sound of her name snapped her out of her dark thoughts, and she stopped, staring at the nurse. "I asked you who did this." The nurse insisted firmly, moving to eye level with her and staring her in the eye. Sadie shook her head quickly, wincing a little at the feeling of the nurse's responsive hand grabbing her by her jaw. "Look at me." Sadie glared, but it was close enough. "Tell me who did this. Right now." Sadie was known to be cooperative and answer questions well. Not today.

"Was it him?" She pointed towards the doorway, indicating anyone that was out there, but Sadie knew what she was insinuating. "Lacross would never hurt me." She hissed sharply, dark eyes narrowing dangerously.

"I know he's your friend, but he's not in his right mind right now. He can't hurt you now."

"He didn't hurt me!" Sadie's shrieks could have rattled the windows. The nurse was on her in the blink of an eye, armed with a needle and a quick, agile prick to the arm. "I think you'll find your disgusting culprit half dead in the unfinished ward." Sadie spat, her eyes rolling up and down as she felt the nauseating warm feeling that the sedative brought to her system. It was disgusting. It felt disgusting. She always felt horrible when she woke. But so it was. She was quickly moved to a private room in the infirmary, the door locked for both her and other's protection. On the locked door was a folder, marked 'Sarah Blarke.'

Meanwhile, in the unfinished wards, Jesse was seething. Part of him was snapped. Part of him wasn't sure what was real and what was fake anymore. His head ached, his neck was still somewhat bleeding, and he was nowhere near steady on his feet. But Lacross would pay for what he had done. Sadie, too, for that thought. Not at the very current moment, but he would make sure the both of them would suffer. Jesse growled, leaning against the wall heavily as he moved towards the finished parts of the ward. His trek was long and painful, and when he found his way into the main ward, he was met with questions and mocks from other patients. Jesse yelled out and screamed at anyone that got too close to him as he moved. Sadie was nowhere to be found. Her and Lacross both, apparently. Not like he could exact his revenge now.

His walk was cut off as a nurse approached him. Something about something...he was dragged into the infirmary and questioned heavily. It ended with him yelling about how it was all Lacross. He put all blame on him, intent on getting himself off of trouble. But now it was Jesse's word against Sadie's, neither really stable enough to be trusted. Jesse was treated for his wounds, then promptly drugged and brought to solitary confinement. Their main concern was most likely grabbing Lacross before he caused any more havoc in the hospital, judging his earlier behavior. The whole hospital was in chaos.