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I had tried to stay awake, but sleep caught up with me and I was jolted awake when the door flew open and Jasper walked in.

"Is it time for more questions?" I asked sarcastically.

He looked at my bloody hand that was throbbing. "What did you do?"

"I punched the door. Nothing happened. So later I punched it again, and again, and again," I shrugged. "It's okay, I can still do this with it." I stuck my middle finger at him and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Get up," he said and grabbed my arm. He handcuffed my arms behind my back and then pushed me out of the room. We didn't go far, only down the hall and into a white room with hospital beds and medical equipment. It stank of antiseptic and bleach.

"Is this her?" A middle aged woman asked, walking up to us in a white lab coat.

Jasper nodded.

"Uncuff her, Jasper," the woman frowned. "You're treating her like a criminal!"

"She is," Jasper shrugged.

"You've done worse," the woman said and Jasper unlocked the handcuffs. "Hello, Daisy, I'm Made