Just looking away, he could hear Trudy crying and the new girl trying to comfort her, in the past he remembered his times working in a clinic, often victims of abuse both of sexual and physical variety, he had often sat with them. Through these sessions he made sure they understood and accepted the decision whether to have them taken to a shelter, or have an abortion when needed. Often the police had gotten involved, but he remembered most of the woman were grateful for his kindness, in staying by them, consoling them and also showing them all men were not evil or sadistic. It had been a life that had it's ups and downs, but in the end the St Jude Memorial Clinic, couldn't stay open, so it closed leaving him to have to find a job. Though as he was refused time and time again, he realized needed to go to University again to get higher level of qualification.<br/><br/>This all changed everything, he didn't have the money to cover the Universities cost, one of his ex-workmates, suggested he should try the Army, as they would pay for his education, unfortunately in Texas, no one was doing the course he needed. But in Montana, he had been well on his way to getting what he needed. He had also been relieved he hadn't been assigned to active duty, since he was a medic, not someone meant to handle a gun, how he had become a guard in this disgusting business he had no idea.<br/><br/>Walking over to the cage, he opened, stepped in, levelling his rifle, and opening his kit, cleaned up while Trudy smiled a little, but said nothing, her stare haunted and bleak. After her wounds were tended too, and salve placed over her bruises on her skin, he handed them both two cups of water, before leaving, locking the cage and sitting back down on the seat, half-swinging.