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His chair randomly comes up off the ground and slams back down as the security guards push him back down.

All the questions that I ask him go through one ear and out the other; he is completely incoherent.

He screams suddenly, standing up, the chair flying back with his sudden reaction.

I gasp at his outburst. He screams, bending over the table toward me, baring his teeth at me like he is an animal.

He has such hatred for me, I can feel it down to my core.

I’m lifted out of my seat and moved across the room. He is pulling harder and harder at his chains, his eyes never once leaving mine.

He breaks one of the cuffs loose from the chair and his hand goes to the other trying to pull it loose.

This is like a train wreck, and I can’t look away from what is happening. He screams at the top of his lungs, sending shivers down my spine as he breaks it loose.

“Oh my God,” I whisper under my breath over and over watching this.

He smiles at me, then starts to run in our direction but is stopped by the chains on his feet.

“Get him the fuck back!” Walker roars at the security guards, pushing me and Darren against the wall with him in front of us.

Darren is holding me against his side. I’m shaking hard completely in shock with everything that is happening in front of me. This is a nightmare.

“Get him the fuck back before I kill him!” Walker roars again at the security guards, his hands flexing and unflexing over and over. I know it’s killing him just standing here.

I peer over Walker’s shoulder, snapping out of my fear. “Mr. Randoff, I know what you’re feeling right now is a lot but hurting yourself and others is not the solution,” I tell him.

The security guard has ahold of each of his arms and Mr. Randoff’s breathing is labored. “Die! All of you will die!” he screams and pulls at his arms as the security guards are holding and dragging him back.

This is bad.

There’s a knock at the door and a nurse is standing there with a syringe and a vial. “I’ll get it,” Darren tells me, handing me off to Walker.

Darren comes back with the needle and vial; I pull out the proper dosage. “Hold him still,” I tell the security guards, trying not to show my fear.

Walker turns around to face me. “Fuck no, you are not getting close to that fucker.” The inmate hears Walker’s words and screams loudly. Walker’s eyes flare with anger, not even turning around to acknowledge him.

“I’ll give it to him.” Walker takes the needle from me and pops the cap off, walking straight up to Randoff.

He stabs him with the needle and waits, glaring eye to eye with him until his eyes flutter closed. The seconds for him to go limp is so long, it feels like hours.

The moment he is lying on the ground, we let out a sigh of relief. “He needs to be sent to the psychiatric ward part of the prison; he’s too dangerous to be let out,” I tell the guards.

They pick him up and place him on a gurney, wheeling him out of the room and I find the closest chair and plop myself into it.

I rub my face exhausted. “Does this shit happen a lot because I’m not sure I want you the fuck back here,” Walker tells me, his hand on my shoulder.

I shake my head no. “Honestly no, most are pretty calm, and we just glide through our appointments. He was a special case without a doubt.”

I hear a sudden round of screaming, bloodcurdling, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.

I jump out of my seat and I walk to the window to see what the heck is going on. Mr Randoff is jumping off the gurney, pushing the guards off him.

He turns around looking around the hallway before his eyes connect with mine through the window.

Oh fuck.

“Where is that fucking vial?” I ask Darren and I see it lying on the table. I rush over and see it’s just antibiotics.

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