Elsewhere, in a distant cell (about 5km away):

A sick, groggy man-bear rouses from a deep, drug induced sleep. Delerium and confusion slowly give way to clarity, as he scans his surroundings for where they have moved him, only to discover that he was back in his cell, next to his 'new neighbor.' Within moments, he discovers that tubes have been inserted into his arms. Instinctively, he tries to smell the room, but is only rewarded with pain, and a foul mouthful of puss and snot.

He hated these things. Hated these treatments. .. hated his new neighbor most of all. ..so insufferably weak... blithering mealy-mouthed platitudes and kindnesses. He hadn't asked for help. Did not want help. 

He wanted revenge.

He felt new vigor in his limbs-- a product of the 'treatments'. A product of that sappy sack of bones and hair in the next cell; initially taken by force, but then, taken with only silent reservation.. and those looks. Those hideous, unbearable looks. He did not WANT that fool's help! Not this way, not any way!

In anger, he reached for the tubes, intent to rip them out in angry spite, but the instant he reached for them, SHE stopped him.

He wasnt sure which he hated more; that idiot next door, who couldn't shut up, or THIS WOMAN. The one his mother had hired to help heal his injuries. Who had .. put that fool's blood in him. .. testing her sick ideas on him, despite his refusals.

In a rage, he went for her neck, intent to break it like the spindly twig it rightly was. Two bolts of energy flashed from her outstretched hand in reward for his efforts, sending him paralyzed onto the mat he was laying on. Unable to move.

[color=00a99d]"Stup... dun..   DUN 'URT 'IM..."[/color] 

It was that ... insufferable fool.. begging impotently in his stead.. begging for the mercy he would never ask for.  How he hated him for it.

The voice gave way to dull, indistinct ringing, then all was dark once more.