<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">It was too much for someone that had no coping abilities left open to her. That change in his tone, the change in his stance, was all it took to snap what little control she had on herself. Scalding hot tears welled up in dark eyes - the confusion, fear and frustration simply boiling to the surface in the only avenue of release she had open to her. Both hands lifted to cover her ears, the sobbing high pitched scream erupting.<br/><br/>The lurch of the stretcher jerked her body that had already took to rocking back and forth, fingers tugging at handfuls of hair too slow to reach out and grab onto the rail. No surprise then that she spilled onto the floor, her wailing screams filling the hallway. Tears slid down pale cheeks to drip from her chin and nose, her head tucking down as she resumed the rocking back and forth.<br/><br/>It hurt to suck in breaths between the sobs and screams, and there was no understanding in her mind that this was not an appropriate method of coping. They had ripped away her routines, her rituals - this was all that was left open to her.</span></div>