<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">There was a long list of things she did not like and near the top of that list was being called the wrong name. Of course, she wasn’t exactly fond of being manhandled either and the orderly whose arms were gripping around her chest only provoked her temper.<br/><br/>“LET ME GO!” The screamed words broke the eerie silence that had permeated the halls, every inch of her body twisting and squirming to find a way to break the steely grip that kept her shoulders and upper back pinned against his chest. Her position denied her the use of her feet to kick, trying to land something truly painful to someone behind her while held up off the floor was nigh impossible and it left her with one avenue.<br/><br/>Sure, her head hurt from the blow to the face of the other orderly, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try again. Nor did it matter that that rotund orderly and disturbing man had turned and approached. They were ignored simply because neither were within range of her feet and were not trying to get to close.<br/><br/>Drawing in a breath to brace herself, her head dropped forward and lean muscles throughout her body tensed before she threw her head back, fully intent on slamming the back of her head against whatever part of the man’s face she could hit. It was a good tactic - the reaction was usually to let go and grab the face, and *that* was just what she wanted.<br/><br/>‘Let. Me. GO!”</span></div>