. : F R E A K S H O W : . {Original plot~}

[Iilyda]

"Done? Riya, I re-inflated Darcy's lung. I stitched her chest back up and repaired the damage done by that horrid man on the roof, and I am certainly not going to do anything to you," he reassured her, blinking. "In fact, on the subject on operations, I had a question for you- Nil seemed to think you might possess the money to pay for a replacement arm for your friend," he added.

Peregrine jumped, her hands immediatly coming to cover her face. "Knocking on a door. What do you think you're doing?" she asked stubbornly, but she looked shaken.

Darcy shook her head. She could not believe that, and she could not shake the feeling that part of the blame sat on her shoulders.

{Okay, lol.}

[Crabbiey]

Riya pursed her lips, not believing him at all "You've strapped me to this bed, meaning you're going to do something. Or you've already done something. What is it?"

[Iilyda]

Dr. Schneider blinked again. "Riya, I strapped you to this bed so that you would not do yourself an injury. I brought you here after you passed out after knocking your head- you were thrashing in your sleep," he said dubiously. "You nearly bit your own hand off; if I hadn't restrained you, I'm sure you would have."

[Crabbiey]

Riya blinked "It was that nightmere again." She still didn't trust this man.

[Iilyda]

"What nightmare?" Dr. Schneider asked, looking and sounding genuinely interested.

[Crabbiey]

"Why should I tell you? Like you can help!" Riya snapped trying to free herself.

[Iilyda]

"Perhaps saying the terror allowed will allow you to come to terms with it. Many psychiatrists believe voicing a fear aloud makes the victim more capable of letting it go; it is a common practice with sufferers of insomnia," Dr. Schneider explained simply, not seeming at all phased by Riya's writhing.

[Crabbiey]

Riya looked confused "That sounds stupid! It won't work!" She continued to try and pull herself free. Then her lungs started to feel like they were being crushed, her breathing constricted.

[Iilyda]

"Miss, you are going to pass out if you keep struggling as such. That, or you will crush your lungs," Dr. Schneider said simply. "If you have any concern for your well being, I would suggest you cease thrashing about." He looked on her calmly, not a trace of anger, maliciousness, or even cheer in his tone or face.

[Crabbiey]

Riya had stopped struggling but she was gasping for air. No straps were crushing her in any way. But she seemed to be struggling for oxygen.