<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">The only acknowledgement the nurse received was a shifting of her eyes when she moved closer, her own hands lowering from her sides to grip the seat of the chair and scoot it further away from Kelly in a bid to keep some distance between them and lessen the chance of being touched. The fact that she kept trying to get close was really beginning to unnerve her though she wasn’t sure if that bugged her more or the cheerful way she kept trying to pry and get her to talk.<br/><br/>That was answered though in the next breath when the nurse took it upon herself to launch into more talking and she would have simply ignored it had it not been the words that came out of her mouth. Any desire to actually eat faded almost immediately, her stomach turning into one hard knot that roiled sickeningly as each word hammered into her mind. <br/><br/><em>Court ruling? What court ruling? And how did she know that she had blackouts? Who was the ‘we’ she was talking about? And what ‘things’? Penitentiary? What the hell is she talking about?!</em> Each word she spoke, carrying on as if she was discussing the weather, left her tensing more till every inch of her body trembled, the knuckles of her hands growing bone white with her grip on the seat of the chair. The last words spoken echoed through her mind, continually sounding till she found it even harder to draw a breath in. <em>Special needs such as mine? What the fuck …?</em><br/><br/>She didn’t even realize she was crying until the tears dripped down onto her lap and soaked into the thin pants she had been given to wear, her eyes dropping to stare at the small spots. She was -not- a special needs person! There was nothing wrong with her! The harder she tried to stop the tears, to swallow the urge to cry, the worse it became for her to draw in a breath, her sides aching to the point that she was half choking on the sobs and pants for air. Thin fingers tightened their grip on the seat till her arms shook, the want to scream welling up from the pit of her belly though she could not get a good enough breath to let it out. Her vision blurred thanks to the tears and when she finally squeezed out words from her tight throat, there was barely any sound to them simply because she couldn’t breathe properly. “Shut… up. Just … shut … up…”</span></div>