Thread: || Cell Block B ||

Name Rupinder Rupi Vera Location Cell Block B Cell B-3 Tag Natalya Silvka, open. Rupinder Vera judged the moment was going well. She had offered a metaphorical bone to the wolf in the form of a water dish, which as she retreated back towards the doorway she found the creature curious and indulging. It seemed as if everything was going well. If the patients did not see their doctors as enemies, it made the study and experimentation on them all the more easier. There was no need for violence or coercion, as some other doctors employed. For Rupis line of work, she needed the patient willing to open up and discuss with her. Being antagonistic and violent accomplished nothing. Of course, it was common for things not to go as planned. The moment Rupi lowered her guard, her eyes fluttering towards the glass panel to signal at the observing guards, everything went to hell. She felt a jolt of shock when the dish suddenly smashed against the wall near to her head, the clang resounding much more profoundly in her sensitive ears. But Rupi did not jerk away out of fear, instead turning with a stern expression towards the perpetrator. Though she might disdain using violence as her first approach, she did not shy away from using it as an alternative. Her body tingled with life and strength. She was no easy push over, that is when she was prepared. And here she was not. Rupi turned and at once stumbled back as the wolf, patient NS3456, was on her. Rupis mouth let out a gasp of pain as the wolf sank her deadly jaw right into her arm. The momentum of Natalyas dive threw the slender woman into the wall behind, but she caught herself with her other arm, maintaining herself on shaky knees. Agony lanced throughout her arm as the wolf began to clamp harder, tasting her blood just as Rupi had done to AK8866. For a moment, there was a feeling of kinship in the shared gesture of base nourishment, but it passed quickly. It was fortunate Rupi had grown up with the hard, unpassionate lifestyle that she lived. From a position of poverty and service, she had been bred and weaned. It was not above the now refined doctor to get her hands dirty. With her own cry of pain and frustration, Rupi used her other hand to grab the wolf around its upper snout, her fingers groping around the muzzle and half into its mouth as it bit into her arm. With her other arm, wedged between the wolfs jaw, she began to force her forearm downwards, painfully impaling it further on the wolfs bottom mandibles as she used her other hand to pry the creatures jaw off from above. It was a very painful move, one that had Rupi snarling in pain as she employed her full strength to throw the wolf off her pain. With one final jerk, she shook her arm freely the moment she had the wolfs jaw open and with another cry, heave it back with a tight grip on its snout. With her foot, she quickly delivered a full kick into the creatures midsection, hoping to send it back several feet. Enough time for Rupi to turn and burst towards the door. Thankfully, a guard were on his toes, opening the lock and causing the doors to slide open, allowing Rupi to escape into the corridor before he shut it again on the wolf. Rupi seized and cradled her arm against her torso, blood pouring freely down her arm and onto the floor. It was not a fatal wound and would heal in time, given her condition. But it still hurt. A lot. And attacking a doctor meant the death penalty for some patients. The guards knew it. They clicked the safeties off their weapon and were already seizing a radio to call for back-up. The bitch she-wolf was going to die Stop! Rupi suddenly ordered, releasing her arm and standing to her full height. No, stand down. There will be no action taken on this transgression. She barked, glaring at the guards who silently obeyed. They could see the womans rage, probably assuming she would take the pleasure in putting the wolf down. But Rupi made no move, merely moving to the glass panel and staring in with a firm, pale expression as her arm bled.