"You can stay in here." Ehran said, leading Mirla into a small room that looked like a plain colledge dorm. White walls, small bed in the corner and a desk and chair on the opposite wall. He turned around and locked the door that had a thumb scanner lock, then took of Mirla's handcuffs.
Ehran ducked down, as Mirla ended up punching the door behind him. "Hey!" he shouted, pushing her back. 'You know I'm being generous here, you could be stuck in some dark, dank smelly dungeon instead of here!!"
ooc- XD i just thought of 'beauty and the Beast' XD
"You meant like you did to my brother," she said with a caustic tone. She didn't try to hit him again. "So what now or do I need to remind you of what they do here. Because I remember every second," she said with bitter sarcasm.
"You think I don't know too?" Ehran snapped, memories coming back, "You think I like this place?! At least you were BORN this way! I was turned when I was frickin' three!!" he clenched his jaw and punched the wall, leaving a dent the size of a baseball.
"Well I'll make sure to tell them how you feel while they put me through ECT," Mirla snapped back. "At least you were normal once, at least you got that chance."
"Well at least you never really felt them change you." he said bitterly, "It's not like i had a family." he placed his thumb on the scanner and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Ehran stormed down the halls, pushing past white-coats and throwing down the stuff they carried on his way. He went into the main office and started tearing through files, looking for his and Mirla's.
Mirla laid on the bed, thinking absent mindedly. She prayed that Mistral was ok right now, that they had found a doctor or figured out someting. Just then a white coat opened the door.
Ehran flipped through his file, looking at he pictures... gruesome notes of the painful experiments they had inflicted on him. He slammed the file down and left the office, pacing back and forth trying to calm down.
Mirla found herself being shoved back into her room an hour later, She was still shaking from the ECT. As soon as the door closed she immeadiately crumpled to the floor
Ehran came back from the cafeteria with a bottle of milk and a juice box, and went into Mirla's room. "Whoa, are you alright?" he asked, seeing her on the floor shaking, he didn't want to seem to nice, so he just stood there.
Ehran sighed and put the drinks on the desk. He went over and picked Mirla up, and put her on the small bed. "How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked, holding up four fingers.
Ehran bit his lip, knowing that he'd probably get chewed out by Alex and Tagg for being nice. "Here's some juice." he said, handing her the little box. He popped the top off the bottle of milk and chugged it down.
Mirla took the box in one shaking hand and sipped at the contents of it. She was parched and glad for the juice. "Thank you," she mouthed, still not up to be able to talk.