Her body was moving, jerking and slamming herself against the wall, not hearing anything he said after that. "It's my fault, it's my fault..." Merope shook her head, her delicate mental stability had finally waned as she hadn't been comforted or told the things she needed to hear. When the two men came, she continued her rocking and slamming, she jerked with the men but they subdued her easily.
The knock out medication was enough to slow her heart rate to a safe distance, but who knew how long that would be. "..Jon.." She called for him, unable to see his face or hear him anymore. It took only a few seconds before she was unconscious and moved from his home and into a padded room where she was left tied to the bed so she wouldn't hurt herself when she woke up. Merope had at least been stabilized by some of the other doctors there, since her heart had become something to check periodically.