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       "Hello Mis. Nickles, im here to ask you a few questains reguarding a fairly  recent deceased inmate" he said slidding into the room soundlessly, one guard followed him in as the other reached for the door closing it. Jimmys death. . . why was Dr. Green here, jane said guards would be comming not him?

"Whats there to ask that Jane hasnt already?" he huffed out a brief sound of a chuckle and stood before me, but not sitting down in the chair. His laugh made the hairs on the back of my neck tingle and twitch. I looked to the side to see the officer, guard standing to the side glued to the wall.

"You mean Miss Bracket?"

"Sure"

" well Ms. Nickles, many things infact, i dont care much for your mental state or even emotional, im only here to file a report on the horriable incident you first hand witnessed not how you feel" he snapped calmly, adjusting the thin metal glass holding frames on the bridge of his nose. He then broght his hands forward from behind his back. Before he reviled what he held behind his tall upright back. I had already seen the thin silver square in his hands. It looked like a small version of the bottom view of the cafetira trays. I cringed back in my seat now knowing what to expect from the strang unknown silver object, the cuffs scratching the surface of the cold table. it was another moblile monitor just like Jane had just a little bigger.

"Losing your confidence so soon Ms. Nickles? I havnt even begun questioning you yet." he snapped calmly again. Using my own unshakeable forced habits agasint me. I took a deep breath, sitting up.

"No" i scuffed. He gave a small nod a ghost of a grin pulled at his lips then disappeared. I needed to show i wasnt effected by him, but. . .hes the one that probably ordered all the there. . . all there. . . i snapped my eyes closed and let the caged breath out, slipping thru the claws in my chest. I shivered the effect of the cold room pocking at my skin. I opened my eyes hearing movment, and shuffled steps. I looked up to see Dr. Green taking a seat in the chair Jane was in moments before. Why did i have to see his wrinkly face again? I had already seen it yesterday when a guard showed up in the middle of the shockrd after daze of the early mornings. . . event. Being tacken to the gym not even struggling to numb. Seeing Dr. Green two guards and a bold female instructor burning holes into my body when i was asked to do physical actions of running, jumping while waving my arms, and holding my breath. I had completed the tasks feeling in a dream state of numb foggy unclear movements. The instructor darking out unclear terms that never really reached my ears.

"wear where you on the night inmate 36489  was found dead?" that must be Jimmies facility number.

"i had passed out drunk, on the forty second floor after the last meal of the day, by my self" i recalled after a moment of thought. i was in the elevator half asleep with Bruce yelling at me.

"How carming. where you with anyone before you passing out, that could be a ability to justifying your position?"

"Maggie" i answered, remembering she was the only one that didn't drink from the bottles being passed out in her room. Dr. green typed away on the monitor.

"anyone else?"

"Bruce" i answered, knowing if he talks with Jane, Dr. Green wont be able to touch him. Dr.green paused for a moment before looking up to  me over the edge of his glasses, falling down his long nose.

"Did you and Mister Biswas speak at all that night?"

"Yes, after I woke up early in the morning before I found. . .Jimmy"

"what did you two talk about?" his question caught me off guard, before i remembered he spoke to me before we entered the elevator.

"my injuries. Bruce was helping me get some medical attention after i had gotten injured" i answered honestly. Well partly, I left out the entire yelling at each other bit.