Unlike Zuka, Opal was taken from her room by two armed guards. Around her wrists, two manacles are put around her hands, twisted around her back. She moved down the hall, joined by a staccato sound that signaled her descent down the stairs. Soon, all windows and fluorescent lights were gone.<br/><br/>In a room with a few others, she was left back against a wall, told to wait her turn. She shared a look with two others and nodded. When she sat, the floor itself shook. Two nurses, both in face masks and gloves, inserted an IV into her arm. She'd spent years tugging it out the best she can, only to repeatedly find herself sedated. Now she just sat there, allowing the mixture of iron and glucose to pump into her veins.