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~ Sterile white walls, a suffocating yet clean atmosphere and last but not least, screaming. So much screaming echo'ed through the hallway. Jeff could partially feel all the crazies in here, I mean, who gets up to scream at nothing for hours? Even he's not that odd. The rustic wheels beneath him creek at the smooth marble floor, white cloth restricting his every muscle and leather wrapping up his ears to cover up his mouth. The United Medical Facility, "a safe haven for the mentally hurt." that was their moto. A brand new high security mental institution that housed dangerous individuals either awaiting sentencing or exempt from trial. Jeff knew what was coming, it's not the first time he's been somewhere like this. Except...this treatment was harsher then normal.

You see, the country has this little problem where regular citizens who happen to be victims of a brutal 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙡 attack are left ignored. But cops? detectives? FBI? whole different world they're living in. Jeff knew attacking a police station was risky but yeesh. Straight jacket AND a muzzle? Two fancy looking doctors held him on either side while escorting him to his cell.

A rusty, squeaky sliding door greeted the three at the end of bright the hallway. Jeff was a little out of it, well, obviously he'd just gone through ALOT this week so the pain from being thrown to the floor brought him back to reality a little. He could hear a faint slam probably the door being slided and locked shut. Using the little fight he had left in his body, he focus all his strength into his core and lift him up slightly.

" 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬. " Jeff cursed himself quietly for being so weak in this moment as he quickly fell back down on his face, at this point he didn't have the strength and willpower to push himself back up anymore and chose to stay there. It's not like someone's going to walk in and see him.

"JANUARY. 24. 2017 A MAN ALLEGEDLY THE INFAMOUS KILLER JEFFREY WOODS IS CURRENTLY IN THE MIDDLE OF A VEHICLE PURSUIT WITH LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT ON THE HIGHWAY. THE MAN IS DRIVING A STOLEN RED 2014 NISSAN VERSA AND SHOOTING AT POLICE." Jeff could remember the blaring sirens and violent winds as he mindlessly drove just trying to waste the cops' time, he knew he'd get caught this time but why not get a hoot out of it? The exhaustion from driving, running and fighting had done a number on him and he felt his body twitch in pain. His hearing with the first to go, the screaming, the white noise and the visitors causing a scene soon all became a mix of nothing. His sight next, although his eyelids were not with us anymore the bright lighting, the little furniture in his cell and the white walls all bled into one void of white. His sense of touch followed his hearing and sight not too long after, the itchy spot on his leg he couldn't reach, the muzzle restricting his already very little breathing and his greesy charred black hair all felt like nothing. It felt like he wasn't a person anymore but rather a consciousness floating around. Was this what resting really felt like? Jeff could only ask himself that before his own thoughts were stripped away from him.

Jeff stayed like that for what he assumed was a few minutes, maybe 10? 20? He soon jolted up awake from the sudden feeling of a gloved hand touching his face, his sight slowly focused again and he looked up to see a someone in a white lad coat, black pants with boots laying next to him poking him....yikes....who's this freak. Jeff just stared, that was enough to get anyone to leave him alone but not this time, the hand only got more touchy now caressing the area where his nose is supposed to be.

"Does breathing feel different for you?" Their voice basically boomed through the quiet white cell, a young nurse in their 20s looked down at Jeff and stared into his eye, well his soul would be a more correct way to describe it. Their eyes were fucking massive, and soulless. It was like staring at a mirror. Jeff couldn't fathom what was happening, he couldn't move or speak, all he could do was stare. After a few awkward eyebrow raises and strange head movements Jeff finally thought of something to say- anything to put an end to this staring contest.

"You took my mask off." That was the first thing Jeff noticed and believed was important enough to mention, his muzzle had been taken off him without him realizing or even feeling it once. He glared up at the nurse who was still curiously poking around his rubbery pale flesh. "I wouldn't call this a mask, it's more like a dog muzzle." The enigmatic figure corrects him, their head seems to move to the left slightly. Jeff was honesty 100% sure he was just hallucinating this, I mean what are the actual odds a nurse could act like this and still keep their job?

Just as he finished his thought, another much older male nurse slid open his door and gently whispered to the nurse poking and prodding at him about another patient. The nurse starts....giggling...??? What the FUCK is so funny. Jeff thought to himself as the nurse picked up his muzzle and gently clipped it back on him. The older nurse opens the door wider to allow both of them to leave at the same time, now Jeff was alone again. As quiet as the interaction was Jeff was still frozen in, fear? shock? Who knows. The cold floor was a stark contrast to the warm flesh he had felt touching him earlier. Honestly Jeff didn't know if he should be glad the freak nurse is gone or be upset he has to lay to on the cold hard floor all alone again.

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HELLOO!! I noticed I got a few kudos on this story so I wanted to add a notice that I'm currently extremely busy with moving and my college applications so I apologize for no updates!! I promise I'll come back with better writing soon :3