Sylvia stared unblinking at the man before her.
"We'll get you outta here, Sylvia, just as soon as you're better," Dentor assured. "You'll be fine in a few weeks, I'm sure of it. The doctors all say that this is temporary."
Sylvia didn't respond. Dentor sighed and stood up. "2 months and still no change..." he muttered, shaking his head. "I'm sorry."
Dentor left and nurses led Sylvia out of the visiting room. After shooting Oliver, Sylvia had gone catatonic, not responding to anyone and only very slowly reacting to any dangers put before her. The court ruled her innocent of Oliver's murder due to temporary insanity, and had sent her to a mental hospital to recover. 2 months had passed and Sylvia wasn't getting much better. The medications she was on helped some with her erratic movement, and the nightmares, but she wasn't fairing well. Another week like this and they'd send her to ECT, she knew, but she didn't understand. It had been 5 years, 2 seconds, 30 minutes, 6 months since Dentor had been here, trying to get her to respond. Time was meaningless. She was trapped in her own body. Her hands were stained with blood that wasn't hers, and was real but wasn't. She stared out the hospital window and watched Dentor hail a cab.
He's always been there for me, Sylvia thought. Always...always...always. Until he wasn't. And then...
Sylvia screamed and backed herself into the corner of the room. Corners were safe, corners meant no one could sneak up on her, corners meant if anyone was going to shoot her she could see, corners blocked Oliver from coming and hurting her.
The nurses tried to get her to come out, but to no avail. They sedated her and dragged her to her room, where she was strapped to her bed. As Sylvia sobbed in her sleep, she dreamed of all the people she killed. She dreamed of Dentor, leaving her to die.
She dreamed of the Room. The Room she could never get out of. Where you sent people off to die, and called it justice.
Sylvia went into the Room, and she never came back out of it.