The scene was a blur. It could’ve been from the fact she could only hear out of her right ear. Or maybe because she was still woozy from waking up only moments ago. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, watching the suited man sit down on one of the other white coats. Was she dreaming? Surely she must be. She’d never seen such a display in her life.<br/><br/>For what reason would he sedate another worker? It was clear that injection was meant for her. Still, she wasn’t complaining. She’d rather be awake.<br/><br/>She let her hands fall slack, the chain making a quiet rattle as it settled against the metal of the chair frame. Her eyes fluttered shut for the briefest of moments as she took a deep breath. A breath she soon regretted as the pain flared up again in her side. Fuck.<br/><br/>Fuck. Fuck. Fuckety fuck.<br/><br/>She looked back at the stranger. The way he sat as if he owned the room. She was familiar with this kind of person - the socialite kind. Or she assumed he was a socialite, anyway. He had that flair about him - like he thought the world revolved around him. Well, she’d gone through too much to lose to a stuck-up prick now.<br/><br/>“I walked through the front gate - how else do you think?” She snorted, rolling her eyes.