Greta leaned over Anne and gently stroked her back, trying to woo her from her spot on the floor, but it was Jane who held her attention. She watched as she mentally decompensated. Greta looked into her pocket to withdraw the syringe she had prepared for an eventuality such as this. She expected Anne to require it; Jane’s sudden and rapid tear from reality left her unprepared. Jane began to rant on about the infirmary and being a deer in a meadow. When she suddenly lurched at Greta, she was not expecting the blow.<br/><br/>She was knocked to the floor and the syringe skidded over the cold tiles with a clatter. Instinct drove Greta to pull another syringe, this time unaided by sight, from her pocket. As Jane jerked atop Anne’s body, Greta plunged the syringe into Jane's neck, depressed the plunger and injected the entire contents of the syringe into the young woman. With a gasp, she regained her footing and looked down at the spectacle. “<em>Oh God, what have I done</em>?” She opened her palm and looked at the empty barrel laying there as it rolled over her fingertips to the floor.<br/>