Early in the morning, the sound of boot footsteps echoed through the halls of building 6. The steps of (y/n) were strong and steady as she walked through the halls and cell blocks. She had recently dropped off papers to the offices of the nightmare building. She was holding files of some patients she was going to meet up with later as she was walking back. The cold bodied young woman stumbled a bit. Her mind felt like it was struggling all of a sudden.
She held the files tighter and gripped at some railing as she descended some stairs, 'Not now, please.' She pleaded with her own body against her condition, her narcolepsy.
It was intermittent, but when it did strike, she was unable to keep herself awake. Her eyes closed and did not open again. She leaned forward and fell down the stairs. Her cold body fell rather gracefully as it reached closer to the hard metal steps, almost hitting the steps when she was caught by one of the prisoners who was being taken to another building for lessons. The inmate let the other guards have her after he caught her.

Some guards picked up her files as the one she was handed off to checked her heart rate and breathing. She was okay, just fell asleep randomly. The necklace around her neck had her condition inscribed on it, letting the guards know what to do. Of course they had to let their supervisor, Damien, know what happened. Her body was cold and hard for the guards to carry her to the guard room. Thankfully Damien came around and took the icy therapist to the guard room to recover.
The therapist woke with a start. She had the nightmare again. The one where she saw Elf torture her friend. Sweat had solidified into ice on her forehead. Her eyes looked around and she relaxed when she saw Damien. The large man was looking at her, his hockey mask did not scare her.
"Dami-san, what happened? Did I-?," young woman started to ask.
"You succumbed to your narcolepsy. One of my inmates caught you when you fell, he was kind of worried.," the supervisor of building 6 replied, "Are you feeling okay? You were talking in your sleep."

(Y/n) reached a pale hand up to her forehead that was covered in frozen sweat, "I'll be fine. It's..."
She gripped her jacket that was draped over her, "Trauma."
"Have you talked to the warden about this?," the large supervisor inquired as he turned back to his desk.
"Yes I have. She knows all about my past trauma and what I went through.," the icy young woman replied and fell back on the spooky themed couch she had been laid on, "I... sometimes wish that this was a long nightmare and that I'll wake up tomorrow completely fine. That when I wake, Shiro would still be alive and everything else was just a horrible dream."
"Sounds like you are suffering from a lack of sleep.," Damien replied, "Why not go back to headquarters and take a long and well deserved rest? You have been working nonstop."
"I still have more work to do.," the two toned haired woman said and got up shakily, "Thank you for your concern, Dami-san."
She stood on wobbly legs as she put her uniform jacket back on. The young woman was about to pick up her stack of papers with shaky hands. A large gloved hand took her small cold one.
The voice of Damien came again, "You should go get looked at by the doctor, just to be safe."
He gave her one more file after letting her hand go. His hands felt like a fire.

The icy woman left building 6 and went to building 7 to hop on the tram that led to building 13. (Y/n) did not have to go see her next few patients for a while, so she could do some work. Her office chair was comfortable and supported her back. Her pen glided across the papers as she signed and filled out documents. Iceberg blue eyes that were rimmed with floral pink ran along the pages, taking in notes and information about patients in the files she was given to read over. What behaviors, what personalities, what kind of people were they? What were they incarcerated for?
The smell of the flower she was gifted wafted over her office room. The young woman relaxed in her office the hum of the lights and the air conditioning was the only thing she heard.
The phone beside her computer monitor rang, the young woman picked it up and answered, "Hello?"
"Miss Yukinohana, I am sorry, but the inmates you have scheduled for that session today cannot come, they all got the stomach flu.," the guard on the other line apologized.
"It's fine, I will just find another day to schedule them in. They just need to make sure to get better.," She smiled.
"Thank you, miss Yukinohana!," the guard replied and hung up. He seemed very stressed and overworked.

The pen she held crossed out the scheduled visit she had that afternoon. She tapped the back of the pen, who would take their places? It was not time for her to talk to Musashi, and building 5's cell ten was the following day. She sighed, Tsukimo would probably not want to have therapy, even though he seemed to need it. Honey and Trois would try and turn it into a date. She did not know if Samon would let her talk to the kappa. A sigh escaped her soft pink lips.
Her eyes were heavy and she dropped her pen.
"Darn shaky hands.," she grumbled and stood to get her pen. As she bent down to grab her pen, her head began to spin. The two toned haired therapist grabbed her pen and stood, which made her dizziness worse. She felt a pair of hands support her from behind and the smell of the ocean meet her nose.
The spirit had grabbed her and helped her to the couch that was in her office, "Be careful, Yuki."
His eerie yellow eyes glowed from the darkness of the shadows covering him, this benevolent spirit that had attached himself to her. This ocean spirit that was a friend to sharks and called (y/n) by the nickname only few were allowed to use.

(Y/n) held her spinning head, she felt sick. All the stress of Elf and what he had done along with the nonstop work she had been doing to try and push him from her mind must have been getting to her.
"Yuki. You've worked so hard, you need rest.," The spirit spoke softly, "You're energetic, but this is pushing yourself far too thin."
"I can't stop, I have to help them. They need help.," the young woman replied to her spirit friend, "I don't want to sleep and see another nightmare."
Her eyes were tired, black circles were starting to form below them. This spirit felt warm as he ran his had over her shoulder while listening to her. "Yuki, you can rest soon. Tell me, what kind of nightmares do you have?," the spirit's voice was kind and soothing.
The young woman sighed, "It is the same as the ones I have been having for years. The horrible memory of being experimented on."
The pale, cold, shaking woman had beads of sweat solidifying on her brow into a layer of ice on her skin.

The spirit that was with her kindly listened to the young woman recounting her nightmares of horrendous torture, watching her best friend be butchered before her. The spirit kept listening to her spill her heart to him, almost entranced in his warmth and kindness. He was warm and it did not hurt her. (Y/n) could have sworn that she felt his hands grip her a little tighter when she mentioned the hellish tortured feelings she felt while watching her best friend be butchered alive. The grip was loosened as her speech dropped off and slowed.
(Y/n)'s head fell into the lap of the spirit as she fell onto the couch, her narcolepsy taking its hold in a vice grip. The smell of the ocean was what she had smelled before her mind was consumed by unconsciousness. All around her instead was deep and swirling waters. Sharks circled but never got too close. She was under the water, yet she was able to breathe. The deep blue that surrounded her in her mind as she slept was not warm, nor was it cold. She was alone, yet she was in company. There were others, yet there was no one. She did not hear the phone on her desk ringing or the voice of the man who left a message for her. Nor did she hear the other phone calls from the Warden or from Hajime.

About a half an hour later, the door slammed open and the face of the bald supervisor of building 13 looked into the room. He did not see the therapist at her desk like she should have been. He smelled the smell of iron and looked down to the couch. On the floor, blood pooled around her head, was the icy therapist. The blood was already freezing over from the wound as the antifreeze chemical that was in it evaporated. Hajime checked her breathing and heartbeat. She had to have fallen into the coffee table when she passed out. He found a gash above her left eye where the blood was coming from. Carefully, he picked her up from her place on the floor. A doll dropped her her hands, the doll of Shiro.
Hajime set her upright on her couch, the cut she had above her eye did not seem to be too deep. She would have to go be looked at by the doctor. 'Perhaps number 11 was right. She just might need to pad her office in case this happens again.,' Hajime thought to himself after remembering the comment inmate number 11 made about the therapist. The young woman did not seem to be having a nightmare at the moment, she seemed to not be having any dreams at all. Or she could have just been having a peaceful sleep.

Hajime picked the doll up and set it next to the one that looked like (y/n). The picture frame next to the two dolls showed the therapist when she was a teenager, her best friend was next to her. They looked very happy together.
"Hey, Hajime, why are you snooping in (y/n)'s office?," the bored voice of Jyugo asked the supervisor.
This made Hajime mad. Cell 13 had to have broken out again.
"You bastards could not stay in your cell could you?," Hajime growled as he put he picture frame down, "Why the hell are you out of your cell?"
"You were taking too long with taking us to the recreation room.," Uno replied and saw the pool of blood, "Whoah! What happened?!"
The long-haired teen was in a panic before Hajime told him to shut up.
The others looked in and began to panic before Hajime silenced them, "I found her like this. I can only think that she passed out and hit her head on the coffee table."
"Man, I tried to tell her to pad her office in case of this happening.," The British inmate said and crossed his arms, "Guess I get to give her the 'I told you so."
Hajime sighed, "Get out and get back to your cell. I have to wrote some reports now."
The inmates started to argue before getting hit by the super strong supervisor.

The air became colder as soft sounds came from the therapist. The pooled blood next to Hajime's boot rose in a spike and froze. Ice frost covered the therapist.  Another nightmare was tormenting her, (y/n) called for mercy for a man who was no longer there from a man who had no mercy to give. Her eyes opened as she woke with a start. Her head was pounding. Her throat was sore. She looked around, she was not in that hellish place, she was safe. Hajime and cell 13 was there. The cold-bodied woman sighed and rubbed her pounding head.
"Ow... damn nightmares.," (y/n) hissed.
"Hey, Yukino, are you okay?," Uno asked as he walked up to her after getting past Hajime. The others went to see if she was okay as well.
"Yeah. I think so. I must have fallen asleep after talking to that ocean spirit.," the Young woman responded.
"Are you sure that was not a hallucination?," Uno asked.
"No. It can't be, I was on the couch.," the young woman replied and felt the frozen over gash on her head, "I must have rolled off and into the Coffee table."
"Just get to The doctor and get checked out.," Hajime said while pinching his head and grabbing at his pocket.

"My office is a no smoking zone, take your cancer sticks elsewhere.," (y/n) said as she stood with a little help from Rock. Hajime let out a small 'Dammit' and walked off.