Characters: Daryn and Jonas Setting: Friday morning, the Facility Summary: Trouble
It was after 6am when Daryn carefully slipped out of Jonas' house and headed off to the Facility to work. Since their little confrontation, she had made a dedicated effort to spend every night with him. Last night had been particularly difficult to navigate; she hadn't finished with all of her responsibilities until after midnight when she snuck to his place to spend a few brief hours together. However, splitting her time this way was beginning to catch up with her. Less time for sleeping and eating was wearing her down more than she liked to admit. This morning, she was almost late for work and barely had time to shower and change in the locker room at the hospital before getting back to work.
Today had been particularly hectic thus far; with meetings running long and patients not doing well Daryn hadn't had a chance to even grab a quick cup of coffee. Just when she'd thought she'd had a moment in her office to breathe, she was alerted to a problem in triage. Crowds and a bit of panic were nothing new in this area, but this morning something was definitely off. Hurrying to see what the problem was, Daryn noticed a group of teenagers having a heated argument with a pair of guards. Two of the boys were battered and bruised and bleeding, but as she stepped closer she saw the real cause of the dispute. On the nearest bed lie a third teenager and Daryn did not need to do any further examining to tell that he was dead. She hesitated only a moment, stepping in between the two groups when the fight seemed about to turn physical. She turned to focus her attention on the boys to calm them and get them the medical attention they needed. But one of them reached around her to swing at one of the guards. The returning defensive blow caught her in the shoulder, knocking her to the side. Other than being startled and sore, Daryn was not really injured, but the move by both parties caused chaos to erupt.
Everything now was happening too fast to understand and the noise in Daryn's head was deafening. She'd heard one of the guards calling for backup, nurses and other patients were yelling, some running from the area. Another doctor and several other nurses were doing their best to hold back the teens and prevent further trouble. It wasn't until she saw one of the guards draw a gun that Daryn sprang into action. Jumping up, she grabbed the man's arm and with the single, seemingly harmless touch, he fell to the ground and dropped the weapon, instead clutching his chest in pain. Before she'd even fully realized what she'd done, Daryn was being pulled away, arms restrained behind her back roughly. She struggled with all of her might to break free, but the guard who'd grabbed her was easily twice her size. Without warning, her legs were swept out from under her and a knee was pressed into her lower back to pin her to the ground. Handcuffs were locked tightly on her wrists despite her continued efforts to break loose.