<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Nothing mattered for Piper now, the pain medication leaving her in a hazy that had her focused on her fingers instead of her surroundings, that sharp edge of panic and anxiety dulled though that hadn’t stopped her from sliding into the age old habit of counting. Of course, it was hard for her to remember where she was, her thought processes impeded from the drug, but it at least had her calm and quiet.<br/><br/>The click of the locks on the bed releasing and faint lurch as the orderly began to push the bed out of the room had her pausing in that counting, dark eyes rolling to try and see who was moving the room on her though in the end, even that didn’t matter to her. The bed slid silently through the halls, the orderly silent as he moved her, and her attention - fragmented as it was - returned to small, dainty fingers.<br/><br/>A long yawn parted her lips though the breath she sucked in was still shallow, dilated eyes giving a long, slow blink that ended with her realizing she was in the hallway instead of a room. Her head lolled to the side to stare at the staff moving around, her fingers still ticking off the numbers of her count.</span></div>