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Scott growled and shoved Sweets back. "Take the medication or I'm going to shove it down your throat." He snarled and stood up. His hands balled into fists at his sides. It wouldn't be the first time he and Sweets had gone at it. It probably wouldn't be the last. He didn't enjoy it nor did he dislike it. It got his pent up aggression out

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Sweets Sweeney

Sweets snarled as she stood up on her chair. "I fucking dare you," she hissed. She was readying herself to jump out of the chair and tackle him if need be. Even if he ended up sedating her she'd be okay, she slept great with them.

Scott grinned sadistically, kicking the chair out from beneath Sweets. He took the moment to grab her by the back of the neck and pin Sweet the the ground. Scott knew it was always better to pin people on there stomach. Their range and options were limited this way. MMA fighting had its advantages.

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Sweets Sweeney

Sweets landed on the floor and tried to crawl away but Scott was too quick and had her pinned. She laughed as she tried to roll and kick herself away from him. "I bet this isn't your first time pinning a girl like this," she bit out, "It's the only way they'll stick around."

Scott Randle

Scott rolled his eyes at the remark. "Maybe, maybe not." He hissed, placing a knee on her back to try and steady himself to hold her down. "But I can say my sex life is plentiful, fun, and consensual." He snickered and used a free hand to grab the sedative. He wasn't sure yet if he was going to use it or not, but he was ready.

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Sweets Sweeney

"Consensual?" Sweets barked out a loud laugh and kept wriggling around. He may have had her pinned but that wasn't gonna stop her from trying. "Everyone here knows you're a fucking psycho like the rest of us. I bet the only girl you've fucked was your mother."

Scott Randle

The last comment is what really got to Scott. He hated when people spoke about his mother. "You bitch." He snarled, letting up on the sedative to punch Sweets square in the face. Scott grabbed the sedative and stuck the needle in her thigh. But he didn't hit the plunger yet, he just watched her. Leaning down Scott whispered into her ear. "Oh you're gonna love what I do to you after this." He said sadistically. "You'll be sore in the morning."
He snickered and hit the plunger, allowing the sedative to flow into Sweets.

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Sweets Sweeney

Sweets grinned smugly to herself, she knew she had gotten to him and that bit of knowledge want to break into song and dance. "Fuck!" She yelled, wanting to grab onto her sore nose, she could feel the blood dripping onto her lip. The sedative kicking in felt like time slowing down. Her eyes were heavy but she kept them open to look up at Scott and smile softly. "Will you be thinking of your whore mother while you do it?" She slurred out, her eyelids drooping, "I bet her cunt is like a gaping wound."

Scott Randle

Scott glowered at Sweet and tossed out the syringe. He then walked back over to Sweets and hefted her up onto his shoulder. Carrying to unconscious patient to her room. He watched around for signs of other patients or other staff while he carried her.
It probably wouldn't look good, but he didn't care. Once in her room he tossed Sweets onto her back on the bed, cuffing the girl to it. "Fucking talk about my mother, lucky I don't kill you." He snarled in anger. Scott forced her regular medication down Sweets throat when she was unconscious then sat in the chair in the corner watching her.

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Sweets Sweeney

Sweets could feel herself drifting in and out of consciousness. Everything felt dull and she couldn't open her eye. She mumbled incoherently and let herself enjoy the sedative, it was like going on a rollercoaster in slow motion.

Scott Randle

Scott watched Sweets. He knew that when the patients started coming out of the sedative they were so groggy more often than not they couldnt control themselves. They could just sense or understand what was happened, but not physically move or shout. That's when he would do it. Payback for talking about his mother. That really pissed him off.

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Charlotte Quinn
Charlotte had heard the altercation between Sweets and Scott, yet she was still fighting off the memories that crept up into Charlotte's mind again. When she looked up, the two were gone, and she stood up and started looking for her. "Sweets!" She called out, nervously holding onto the bottom of her shirt as she peered around. "Sweets!" Charlotte wasn't sure what room she was in and she felt like crying because she knew how bad Scott could be, especially if Sweets was unconscious. She wish she had someone to help find her - Charlotte didn't have any friends here, yet she was hoping Sweets would be the first.

Sweets Sweeney

Sweets was muttering to herself but only pieces of it could be heard. "Face... Peach... Fuck." She knew that when she woke up her pretty face was going to be bruised like an old peach Her face was one of her best assets and the dick of a nurse had to go and punch her right in her money maker. "Goat fucker," she slurred.

Scott Randle

Scott snickered at the comments she was making. He took out his phone and hit record, setting the device down besides he bed to record it. While that was going on Scott finished cuffing her up to the bed. He also went and changed the handle to a 'Do Not Disturb' sign. Which is what nurses used when trying to cal unruly patients. But he wasn't using it for that. After he shut and locked the door. He just waited.

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Kennedy Hewitt

Kennedy finally had enough of watching the patient and nurse go at it. Back when he was alive he fought all the bullies he could, like a Steve Rogers with a leather jacket. He moved through the halls of the building until he found a girl calling for the patient. He couldn't just appear before her so instead he leaned close and whispered the room number in her ear, "Two-fourteen, quickly."


Sweets Sweeney

Sweets felt like she was melting in the best ways. She hummed and rubbed her cheek against the sheet. Her limbs were heavy and she couldn't move them even if she wanted to.

Charlotte Quinn
Charlotte turned around quickly to see who whispered in her ear, but she couldn't find the source of the soft male voice. She hurried and ran towards the direction anyways, seeing as she had no time to try to match voices to faces with Sweets missing. When she reached the appropriate room number, Charlotte tugged on the doorknob, letting out a frustrated scream at it being locked. "Fuck!" She yelled, pounding on the door as hard as she could. "Sweets! You in there?"

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Scott Randle

Scott let out a groan of frustration when Charlotte began to bang on the door. He got up and went over, unlocking it. He slipped outside and shut the door behind him. Scott realized which patient it was and smiled slightly, he had a soft spot for her. He wasn't sure why, but he did. "Calm down, she's fine. I only brought her here." His ask and looked down at Charlotte.

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