The Nurse

White Hollow buzzed with its usual morning activity, but an altercation in the yard brought the tension to a boiling point. Garrett Silver stood across from Santiago, Elliot, and Jared, who lingered in the background with a smug expression. Santiago, fueled by Jared’s whispers of provocation, had been goaded into confronting Garrett. Elliot, clearly ****, followed Santiago’s lead, his eyes darting nervously as if looking for a way out.

“You think you’re untouchable, Silver?” Santiago sneered, stepping closer. Garrett’s eyes remained steady, analyzing Santiago’s posture, the way his fists clenched and unclenched, and the slight hesitation in his step. He’s trying to act confident, but he’s unsure. Jared must’ve riled him up, Garrett thought, already calculating how to turn the situation to his advantage. “Let’s see how tough you really are.”

Garrett tilted his head, his calm demeanor only fueling Santiago’s anger. “I’d think carefully if I were you,” Garrett replied evenly. “This won’t end the way you hope.”

Jared smirked from the sidelines, his voice low but audible enough to reach Santiago. “Show him he’s not as smart as he thinks he is.”

Santiago lunged forward, throwing a punch aimed at Garrett’s face. Garrett sidestepped effortlessly, using Santiago’s momentum against him and delivering a sharp elbow to his ribs. Elliot hesitated, his fists half-raised as if he wasn’t sure whether to join in or run.

“Don’t just stand there!” Jared barked. “Get him!”

Elliot flinched, his fear outweighing his better judgment. He swung clumsily, but Garrett was quicker, catching Elliot’s arm and twisting it behind his back. The younger man cried out, dropping to his knees.

“You should’ve stayed out of it,” Garrett muttered, releasing Elliot with a shove. But the brief distraction gave Santiago a chance to recover. He tackled Garrett from the side, the **** sending both of them crashing to the ground.

As they grappled, Jared stepped forward, his hand slipping into his pocket. But before he could act, Valerie Santos, Marisol Vargas, and Sofia Delgado rushed into the fray. Valerie grabbed Jared’s wrist, forcing him to drop whatever he was reaching for, while Marisol and Sofia pulled Santiago off Garrett. The guards exchanged uneasy glances, their breaths quickened as the tension in the yard grew palpable. None of them wanted to intervene, knowing that stepping out of line could have severe repercussions, especially under Heather’s watchful eye. Valerie’s hands trembled slightly as she tightened her grip on Jared, her voice quivering despite her best effort to sound firm. “This ends now,” she said, though the fear in her eyes betrayed her resolve. Marisol and Sofia shared a fleeting look of hesitation before dragging Santiago back, their movements hurried and anxious, as if trying to escape the storm brewing around them. Desmond Reed appeared moments later, his face a mask of frustration as he assessed the scene. "Jared," he barked, grabbing the inmate by the arm. "You’re coming with me."

Jared struggled for a moment, but Desmond tightened his grip, forcing him to comply. "You’ve caused enough trouble for one day," Desmond muttered, leading Jared away. The guards exchanged uneasy glances, their tension palpable as Desmond disappeared with Jared.

“Enough!” Valerie shouted, her voice shaking but firm. “You’re done!”

Garrett staggered to his feet, his breathing heavy. Blood seeped from a gash on his shoulder where he had hit the ground, but his gaze remained cold and unyielding. He glanced at the guards, noting their wide-eyed expressions.

“Are you okay?” Sofia asked, her voice tinged with panic as she steadied Garrett.

“I’ll live,” he said, wincing as he touched his shoulder.

Marisol glanced at Valerie, her voice low. “What the hell are we going to do? If Heather finds out about this…”

Valerie’s face paled. “We need to get him to the infirmary. Now. We’ll deal with Heather later.”

The infirmary was dimly lit, the sterile smell of disinfectant filling the air. Garrett sat on the examination table, his shirt partially unbuttoned to reveal the wound on his shoulder. He winced as he moved, his body sore from the fight. The sound of approaching footsteps drew his attention.

“You’re the troublemaker, huh?” The nurse stepped into view, her sharp eyes scanning him with a mixture of disdain and amusement. She was tall, with dark hair braided tightly, her Native American features accentuated by her stern expression. A name tag on her chest read "Nurse Red Elk."

Garrett’s gaze met hers, and he could see the flicker of cruelty in her smile. “Let me guess,” she continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Another big, strong man who thinks he’s invincible.”

She grabbed a bottle of antiseptic and some gauze, her movements brisk and deliberate. “This might sting,” she said, pressing the cloth against his wound with more **** than necessary. Garrett clenched his jaw but didn’t flinch, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You don’t scare easy, do you?” Red Elk remarked, her tone challenging. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Good. That makes breaking you all the more fun.”

Garrett smirked, his calm composure unwavering. “You can try.”

Moments later, Moana burst into the infirmary, her face pale and her eyes wide with worry. “How is he?” she demanded, rushing to Garrett’s side.

“He’ll be fine,” Red Elk replied curtly, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

Moana ignored her, focusing entirely on Garrett. “You need to stay here tonight,” she said firmly, turning to Red Elk. “Make sure he’s taken care of. And no unnecessary theatrics.”

Red Elk’s lips twitched into a sly smile. “Of course, Officer Te’o. I’ll keep him overnight.”

Garrett opened his mouth to protest, but Moana silenced him with a look. “Don’t argue,” she said softly. “Just… let her do her job.”

As the hours passed, Garrett remained in the infirmary under Red Elk’s watch. Her sharp remarks and deliberate attempts to assert control didn’t go unnoticed. She took pleasure in ordering him around, her authority masked by a veneer of professionalism.

But when the infirmary quieted for the night, her demeanor shifted. Garrett stirred awake, only to find his arms strapped to the bed. Red Elk loomed over him, her eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction.

“You think you’re so special,” she hissed. “Your people took everything from mine. Now it’s my turn.”

Garrett struggled against the restraints, his mind racing. “Let me go,” he growled, but Red Elk only laughed, running a finger along the edge of his bandage.

Before she could act further, the door burst open. Miranda Wong stepped inside, her face calm but her eyes cold. She held up the CVI, the device activating with a soft hum as its light caught Red Elk’s attention.

“Look at me,” Miranda commanded, her voice steady and firm.

Red Elk froze, her defiance wavering as the CVI took hold. Her breathing quickened, her posture stiffening as the device’s influence worked its way through her mind.

“You don’t want to fight anymore,” Miranda said softly. “You want to help. You want to obey.”

Red Elk stood frozen in place, her eyes glassy as the CVI’s influence took full control. Her posture was rigid, her breathing slow and mechanical, as though she were caught in a dream she couldn’t escape. The spark of defiance that had once animated her gaze was gone, replaced by a vacant, unsettling stillness. She stared straight ahead, unmoving, her mind clearly open and waiting for commands. The sight sent a chill through the room, the sheer power of the CVI rendering her a blank slate, pliable and entirely under their control. Garrett tilted his head, watching as her defiance melted away into a trance-like state. She stared blankly ahead, awaiting further instructions, her mind entirely pliable and open to suggestion.

Miranda stepped closer, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Master? Should we break her totally?" Her words carried a mix of curiosity and zeal, her loyalty to Garrett intertwined with a fascination for the CVI’s capabilities. She saw this as a chance not only to prove her value but to explore the limits of the technology she had helped refine. Miranda’s motivations were a blend of devotion and scientific intrigue, a dangerous combination that fueled her eagerness to push boundaries.

Garrett raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you mean?"

Miranda’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "We’ve only ever used the CVI for minutes at a time because prolonged exposure can cause brain damage. But she’s a total wild card who has to be eliminated. And we have the whole night."

Garrett smirked, his gaze flicking to Miranda as a flood of thoughts swirled in his mind. The CVI was a powerful tool, but the risks of overuse lingered at the edges of his awareness. "You little minx," he murmured, his tone laced with intrigue. He weighed the consequences quickly, his smirk deepening as a sense of control washed over him. "Let’s strap her in," he added, the decision as much about experimentation as it was about maintaining dominance in this unpredictable game.

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