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Corry was securely strapped down to the bed. He had been in another fight. He was told that if the orderlies had not acted so quickly, either he, or the other boy might be dead. He only laughed at that. So they strapped him down and drugged him for his own good. He was monitored all time, like they were afraid that he would break loose and wreak havoc in the hospital ward. He smiled, he probably would. He stared up at the ceiling in his drug induced state. He could feel the drugs fading in his system. That meant they wanted to talk to him again. Slowly he moved his head from side to side, letting his newly opened eyes adjust to the light.
The door to Luke's cell opened and a young woman entered, flanked by two large men. All three of them wore white, and one of the men carried a chair. He set the chair down and then both men stood next to the door. The woman sat down in the chair. She smiled at Luke. It looked pleasant, but her eye's remained hard and cold.
She turned to the two men. "I think I can handle this right now. If I need you, I'll call." she said to them.
They left the room leavening her alone with Luke.
"Hello Luke" she said in a pleasant voice. "My name is Ruth and I am here to help you adjust to life here at Saint Catherine's."
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