Cody faltered, his mind wearying as he looked to the line of inmates filling in a perfect line. Guards on each side, sedative needles close at hand in case any of them got out of hand. Swallowing hard, the long scar upon his torso, from his first operation, a vivisection, began to ache as he felt a few of the stitches coming undone. Dr. Maxwell let out a sadistic laugh, pushing the boy into an empty spot in the line. The number branded upon his arm in perfect coordinates with the other inmates. He felt numb.<br/>After this occurrence, the rest of the day went as a normal day usually would in the Asylum, and as night fell over the vast country side the inmates were thrown carelessly back into their cells. A waiting another sleepless night.<br/><br/>In the morning of the next day, or so Cody assumed; he had lost all sense of time, a kind looking nurse entered his cell to find him scratching at the walls.<br/>"Oh my, my." She tisked, walking over to him and bringing him to a stand. The nursed looked at him for a long while, saying nothing. "Pretty as a girl, you are." She sighed a tad bit dreamily, leading him out into the hallway and towards the rec room.