Darcie had stayed close to Blair, just incase her depression flared again into a relapse of suicidal thoughts. The needle remaining in her hand, her eyes kept locked on Blair. She felt like a child in time out, one wrong move and you were in more trouble than before. She sighed sitting normally, her hands fussing with the fabric on her lap. She wanted to keep preoccupied, but didnâ€™t know how. Drawing would bring back the depression, and she couldnâ€™t really talk to anyone.<br/><br/>She feared the staff at the asylum, they were always cold and cruel, well most were. Darcie was okay, but she did have the capability to be cruel herself. She guessed that was just a job qualification. So talking to them was out of the question. The patients, however, were much harder to talk to. She never knew who was sane enough to not want to harm her, or for that matter sane enough to make much sense when they spoke. There had only been one instance where she had made a companion with a girl a year younger than her.  She too was diagnosed with depression, so they got along well. She was there for only about a month until she was found beaten to death in the bathroom.<br/><br/>Blairâ€™s eyes watched the room, looking at everyone briefly. Then she noticed that Dr. Maxwell had made an appearance in the room. Her hands clutched in her lap as her eyes dug into him, fearing every move he made. Her jaw clenched and she swallowed hard, her body shaking a little. She looked over to the red headed boy who had begun thrashing trying to get the guards off him, and Chase fighting off a few guards of his own. Not only that but Richard had made an appearance as well. This was full blown chaos; she looked to Darcie tears welling in her eyes, knowing what came next.<br/><br/>Darcie had begun coming toward her with the needle, her eyes turning harsh. Whenever hell broke loose in the asylum Blair was always sedated. She never knew why, but she often wondered. Nurses had told her that it could awaken her suicidal thoughts if she watched, but she didnâ€™t see that as a good enough reason. She wondered if they were afraid of what she might become if she saw violence.<br/><br/>â€œNO!â€ She cried out as she attempted to get out of her grasp, â€œSTOP! DARCIE DONâ€™T!â€<br/>â€œYou donâ€™t look well,â€ She smiled, â€œThis will helpâ€¦â€<br/>Blair kicked at Darcie as she got closer, trying to get her as far away from her as possible. She landed a few hits on her, but they only stopped her for a second. She fell out of her chair, landing hard on the floor, her head hitting first. She was dazed briefly, her hand reached up to her head as it began to throb. A sharp pain shot through her arm, Blair looked to it and saw the needle had pierced through it and Darcieâ€™s thumb pushed the sedative into her.<br/><br/>Blair tried to scream but her voice was lost to shock, she took her gaze away from the needle. Tears fell down her face, as she felt her body lose consciousness. Her body felt heavy, and everything began to get blurry. She looked up from the floor, seeing a guy leaving with a few guards, only hearing â€˜fun laterâ€™ before the drugs took her away.