(Hmm... I wanted them to be together. Maybe we could think up some kind of excuse like they only have one cell from them both because the rest are full.)
Laurel did not willingly let the nurse to do so, but the wheelchair was just as imobilizing as the gurney. "Where are you taking me?" She demanded.
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Cyra stood and turned away from Andorra before she could see that she was about to cry. It wasn't her fault, it was that at the moment she was so overcome with emotions.
( If you wish. It's your rp.

The nurse ignored her. She just kept on typing the collected data into the computer.
The guards wheeled Laurel out of the recovery ans laughed amongst themselves. They knew where they had to take her for lack of available space. The question was, would she survive until night. Razeth wasn't very good with empathy. "To somewhere you can rest up for tomorrow's treatment. " one guard said with humor.
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Razeth was pacing his cell, he looked to the door confused as it unlocked and opened. He snarled as he saw the guards with Laurel.
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Andorra was mortified that she had caused her new friend such distress and sadness. She walked over to her and whispered, "Hey, I'm so sorry. I'm awkward at knowing when to shut my mouth sometimes. I didn't mean to upset you Cyra."