Nurse Veronica nodded as Gideon did not make a scene, and gave a small private smile to Jorgen for his words. She offered a welcoming nod as Holmes approached, and seemed about to say something when the faintest of music notes began to emanate from all over the room. She merely smiled at those around her as the music grew in volume. It was another song that seemed so familiar yet so bizarre, and with every note
the inmates began to feel a little hazy, the room merging in their vision into a magnificent white. Slowly, they drifted off to sleep as the music rose around them, waves washing over their consciousness. As it swelled, they slowly began to wake up, the very last note returning them to their cells, a nurse looking over them as they woke up and checking their vitals. But something wasn’t right. When the music faded, all there was left was silence, deafening, only interrupted when a machine beeped. There were no words of reassurance from the asylum staff, no smile and no welcome back from the cell’s attendees. Just silence.Chapter 2: Can't Even Shout
Some nurses had left by the time their assignments had woken up completely, leaving a bag in the room and a handwritten note: “Medication. See Inside for instructions.” The doors were closed and locked, and it seemed that all was business as usual. Until, that is, anyone opened their mouths. The lips moved normally, yet no sound at all came out. The electronic charts that nurses always check before entering the room were now being used as writing pads, all of them having “Please remain calm, this is all under control” on their screens, shining brightly at the inmates. However, the denizens of the M-9 ward could tell this wasn’t normal or under control.
Their voices have been taken.
The nurses were locking the rooms from the inside, keeping themselves in with the inmates. Some even backed away from the door after ensuring it was locked.
Steps echoed down the hall, like thunder in the silence. It was the Head Nurse, walking briskly and checking in on every inmate. When she reached the end of the ward, she turned around and nodded to the rest of the staff in the cells, before continuing on her sweep. The more observant inmates paying attention could plainly tell that the staff was uneasy, even scared, and the nod barely did anything to help either problem.
And then a patter was heard, distant at first but growing in volume rapidly. It sounded like shoes on the cold floors, coming from the hall that the Head Nurse had just disappeared into. The patter slid to a halt and revealed the face of a girl with platinum hair in pigtails. A girl who the inmates had seen previously that day. She was grinning, showing all of her teeth proudly and looking at the nurses in the cells. The girl seemed to giggle, but no sound came out of her mouth. She turned and continued running down the hall, her footsteps dying out slowly. All was silent yet again.