“Sir, I was just following orders. I assumed this would help seeing as we weren’t permitted to take her to the hospital.” The Soldier grimaced as he stepped away, he had only tried to help somewhat, seeing as he wasn’t allowed to call an ambulance without clearance on a prisoner. Matthew wouldn’t allow it and he was higher up than him. “It was better than nothing, her breathing has improved. Look.” It was not amazing of course, it still looked like she was struggling, but she was far more responsive now than she had been minutes ago with more oxygen being taken in. “I was told to wake her up. I was just following orders. I haven’t been here long…” It was clear the Soldier was flustered over the situation but had at least tried to help rather than let things get worse. 

Incoherent raspy words fell from her lips, heavy coughs followed as she began to splutter liquid falling from her lips to the floor as she gasped for breath. Iris was highly disorientated already, barely registering where was as her eyes fluttered open slightly before closing again. More coughs followed and the last of the fluid that had blocked her airway was brought up and it was clear that the seizure she had suffered from had brought vomit with it. Though still there was nothing left for her to bring up what little water was left, accompanied with spots of blood from her stomach lining. 

The Soldier sighed with relief, of course no one wanted to see that, but he knew he had done the right thing. The position had aided in clearing her airway, though he was used to seeing some of the interrogation techniques on the few rebels that had passed the walls in the past week he hadn’t seen a reaction like this. Most prisons had just cried, fallen silent, some had vomited due to the overwhelming stress, thankfully he wasn’t squeamish with what he had seen lately. 

Flitting in and out of consciousness Iris could still the pain of the drug, she didn’t know if they had given her the antidote because she couldn’t remember much of what had happened. As she tried to focus herself everything was spinning and as she opened her eyes trying to understand where she was it sent a panic through her. The room was dark, and she didn’t think it was night-time, but then who knew? Everything was strange to her and the exhaustion she felt kept calling out to her. Luring her back to the darkness where everything was okay and it felt like a warm embrace, [color=f49ac2]death wouldn’t be so bad right?[/color]

Shifting her weight, she tried to force herself to sit up, her head swimming and she had such a dry mouth that everything felt ten times harder than it should be. Pale arms trembled at her own weight of pushing herself up and the movement caused her to whimper, feeling the pain as if that stupid drug was still in her system. [color=f49ac2]“…K-ill… M...”[/color] Trying to speak she couldn’t find her voice, from the previous neck injury and the cries, the screams of begging them to stop had only worsened it. It took her all this time to realise that people where there, partially because of the darkness and the other because she was clearly dazed, a distant look in her eye. 

“She looks fine now Jacob; I don’t see the need for her to be transferred out of here.” A calm voice had come from the door, Matthew standing there with his arms folded. Matthew had seen Jacob enter via the cameras so decided it was best to see if he actually was going to take her to the hospital.