They tried to keep her from seeing. They dragged her kicking and screaming from teh room, but not before she saw it. She has only glimpsed it before the door closed. Slammed shut by the small army carrying their buckets of bleach.

She sits cuffed to the white bed now. The doctor sits in her stuffy chair across from her. The doctor watches her watching her wriggling fingers. "Tell me, Bobie, why do you do that to your room?" 

She ignores the doctor. Already answered that question the other times before. Need to decide on a finger. 

"Bobie! Are you listening to me?" She looks up to the doctor momentarily and goes back to the fingers. "Bobie,