Rowan left, and wouldn't return for the next few days, though he wanted to.

When he finally got the courage to come back, he held a container of tooast, another of jam and a little box of milk.

He had a nurse open the door for him and he came in quietly.

David didn't respond when the door was opened. He barely looked like he was breathing. The straight jacket looked impossibly bigger on him now, since hehad rarely eaten when the other nurses had visited and forcefully fed him. Obviously they had given up on that idea and sent Rowan back, but it didn't look like nurse was going to get any reaction from David.

Rowan sat down in front of him, laying out the food. "Starving yourself isn't going to help anything," he said, smearing jam over a piece of toast.

David barely blinked, his eyes focussed on the floor. He refused to say anything.

Rowan frowned, his scolding turning to concern. "David-" He tried again, touching his shoulder. "David...Tell me what you want," he said finally.

He shrank away from the touch, almost hissing at the contact. No one was going to touch him again. He wouldn't let them. Not if he was awake.

Rowan took back his hand, going quiet, feeling something like despair cover over him. "We just want you well."

Always what they want. Never what David wanted . He grit his teeth, his eyes stinging from the tears that had been building up for the past few days.

Rowan bit his lip before getting up, knocking on the cell door, asking for Dr. Andrews.

David flinched, hearing the doctor's name being said. He barely looked up, his vision increasingly worse with his unhealthy condition. He didn't know if the man was going to come in or not. David hoped not. He hated him.

Unfortunatly for David, was there within five minutes looking a bit flustered, trying to stuff papers back into their appropriate folders.

"He's relapsing," Rowan said as Jeff came into the room, stopping himself from heading straight to David. He dismissed Rowan who left without a word. Jeff waited until the door shut before he sat down on the opposite wall from David.

"Hello, again."

David turned his eyes to the floor again, not bothering to acknowledge the doctor. He wanted nothing to do with him. His presence made David uneasy. What Rowan said before still haunted his mind. He wanted Jeff gone.

Jeff sat easily in front of David, looking at his tray of food and pills. "You haven't been taking your medication. Rowan says you haven't been eating." He said softly, tapping the tip of his pen on his paper.

David's only response was a weak shrug. He didn't bother explaining himself. Especially not to Jeff. He moved himself slowly, turning to the side so he wouldn't have to look at the doctor. He rested his head against the padded wall, staring at the door.

Jeff nodded slowly. "You have no desire to leave this place, do you? It's become...Comfortable, hasn't it?" he challenged.

David narrowed his eyes, gritting his teeth. He knew the doctor was just trying to get a response out of him. He wasn't going to let himself be tricked so easily. The less he spoke to this man, the better. Dr. Andrews wasn't to be it didn't stop his body from going rigid. He wanted so badly to yell at Jeff.

Jeff saw him stiffen. His frowned deepened. He watched David quietly, his thumb rubbing over the cap of his pen as he thought, going back over years of schooling and experience. He wondered how much of it mattered in this place.

His eyes wandered over the frail being David had become, wondering if David knew how sick he really looked.

"I'm sorry for what we've put you through, David." He said finally.

David shook his head, trying not to listen. If they were really sorry, they would have let him go by now. He stared at the cold floor. He knew he shouldn't say anything, but he would rather hear his own voice than the doctor's. "I hate you," he said quietly.

Jeff nodded thoughtfully. "That makes two of us."

He took a pair of big, black rimmed glasses out of his pocket, holding them out for David to see, if he could, with his bad vision. "I'd like to try a more ethical type of treatment. You won't have to talk to me, or anyone, if you don't want to. You'll be given a pair of glasses and taken out of your jacket for three hours everyday under Rowan or my supervision," he said, looking at David for signs of understanding.

David turned his head, his eyes trying to focus on what Jeff was holding. He frowned, wondering if it was just another one of the doctor's tricks. But he liked the thought of being out of the straightjacket more often. He nodded, agreeing to it.

Jeff nodded again and stood up, going to the door. He knocked and Rowan opened. Jeff nodded and they shared anxious smiles. Rowan handed him a tiny, mewling creature.

Both men came into the cell, the door shut behind them by another nurse. Jeff cradeled the little ball of fur in his hand as Rowan came up to David and started to unfasten his jacket, helping him out of it, Rowan's mouth set into a straight line, though a little hope seemed to peak through.

"You can name her anything you like," Jeff said, handing David his glasses first, before putting the kitten on the floor.

David's vision took a moment to fix itself now that he had his glasses back. He looked confused, staring at the kitten while he rubbed his arms. The white little fluffball was cute and familiar in some way. "You're giving me a kitten...?"

Jeff nodded, a small smile on his face. "We're going to start you two off together for three hours a day in here, and work our way to her being here all the time."

The kitten toddled and mewed, unsteady still on its tiny paws. It sniffed and looked around, its little green eyes staring right into David's face for a moment before it hastily started to lick its rear paw.

Rowan stood quietly, sharing the same, small smile as Jeff.

David guessed they were allowed to do that, given what they had done to him before. He tried not to think about that and focussed on the kitten, giving it a small smile before he reached a shaky hand towards it. David came up with a name fairly quickly while he gently pat the tiny ball of fur on the head. "Jill." Kind of like jail...and she was white, with green eyes.

Jailbot?

He blinked. Where had he heard that name before? His memory was getting fuzzy again.

The kitten sniffed his hand before capturing his fingers with her tiny paws, nibbling on the tips, her little claws scraping his skin.

Jeff smiled a tthe name. "Jill's a pretty name," he said, venturing a: "Was it some one you knew?"

David chuckled at the kitten's playfulness and wiggled his fingers before he shook his head at Jeff. "No...I never knew anyone with that name." He just felt it fit. Like it was supposed to remind himself of something.

Jeff nodded and took a seat on the floor, Rowan leaving them to fetch the kitten's things. A litterbox, food and water dishes and a toy or two. Jeff watched David and Jill, his smile secretly broadening. This was a breakthrough. He hoped it lasted.

David picked up Jill, letting her play on his lap. He didn't seem as bothered by Jeff's presence now, but he was currently preoccupied with the kitten.

Jeff felt it would be best if he let David and the kitten get aquainted, and when Rowan returned, setting up the kitten's things in the room's far corner, he had a nurse let him out, and left Rowan to keep watch over David and Jill.

He let David have his quiet for the following few days, he and Rowan switching every other day, the kitten getting more and more friendly with David, and a little bit fatter. Jeff finally broke their mutual quiet about a week later. Things had seemed to be going very well.

"David?" he asked, sitting in the white room, Jill climbing up the back of David's shirt, mewling and purring happily.

David turned his attention away from Jill for a moment when he heard Jeff. He looked at him, but he was hesitant to answer the doctor. David had been eaten more now, feeling less inclined to be difficult, but still not when it came to the medication. He was doing just fine without it. Finally, David said something while he bent his hand back to pet the feline attached to his back. "Yeah?"

Jeff was going to bring up the exact subject David was going to refuse him. "You've been doing really well the last week." He started, smiling. "Rowan says your plates are coming back clean."

He glanced at the kitten, almost looking to it for support.

"You know it wont last, though." He finally said.

David knew this conversation was not going to end well. He frowned, lowering his arm from Jill. "I don't need medication. There's nothing wrong with me in the first place," he pressed, folding his arms.

Jeff frowned, touching his chin thoughtfully. "I've described what happens to you, here, when you...'Go to Superjail'. Those episodes are damaging. I want to help prevent the danger in them. That means taking medication."

Superjail...right. He remembered that now. How could he forget it so easily? It had crossed his mind a few times before. He rubbed his face tiredly. It was this place that was messing with him. He wasn't David. He was the warden of Superjail and these bastards had him trapped here. "I haven't been back there yet," he muttered. He was waiting to be called back. If he took the medication, he'd have no chance. "So what's the point of even taking it?"

"To make sure this," Jeff said, gesturing to the itten and the cell, trying to impress upon David that he was concious and functioning, "Will stay like this. You wont be having seizures or becoming catatonic. You'll be able to function normaly and get out of here and start a new life for yourself and Jill," he said, giving the kitten a smile as it tumbled forward onto David's lap.

David looked down at the kitten and stroked her fur idly, muling over Jeff's words. He gritted his teeth. So that was the actual reason he was given the kitten. So he'd stay here. In a way, he guessed it was working. "You are a real bastard," he finally said to Jeff, lifting his gaze to glare at the man.

Jeff smiled, chuckling tiredly, rubbing some colour back into his cheeks. "I guess so." He looked back up at David. "You haven't been taking them for awhile, so thye wont work right away, they need time to build up, but hopefully this good spell will last until they kick in."

David hadn't verbally agreed to take them, but he knew now that he really didn't havea choice in the matter, if what Jeff said were true. He didn't want to hurt Jill in any way. He held the kitten close, upset. He was never going home.

Jeff's smile faded, watching David clutch the little kitten, who mewed and patted his face, her green eyes turned to David's curiously.

"We'll start tomorrow, then?"

David barely nodded.