The light skinned African-American man laid still on the cow skinned stretcher. His features were illuminated by the four small bulbs encased in the medical light which hung over the patient's head. The man's body looked lifeless, but in contrast had some life left inside of it. His wrists and ankles were securely tied to the stretcher.

"Are we ready, Mrs. Walker?" Dr. Ross McKee spoke – tying the back of his surgical mask to cover his mouth from impacting both his nervous system and the results of the experiment.

The man was notorious for his secret human experiments back in his private clinic which served as a cover up. However, one wrong move during the sedation stage and his whole scheme unraveled in the eyes of the locals, resulting in a legal lawsuit which made headlines worldwide. However, since the country has a great reputation for jailing wealthy, Caucasian and white collared men, Doctor Ross had instead been sent to the CIA's owned institute of Springwater Asylum – separated in two different sections.

There was a section reserved strictly for the criminally insane, people who've committed the worst possible crimes you could think of. The CIA figured they were too dangerous to be put in with the other inmates. And then there was the 'Josef Mengele' quarter, as the activist liked to call it. In this quarter, African American individuals would be operated on for the sake of 'scientific research', helping to find ways the United States could leak information out of terrorists and other threats to the beloved land. And what perfect candidate to perform the task of death than the angel himself – Doctor Ross McKee.

Alongside him was Nurse Sally Walker – a nurse who was the wife of Stephen Schrader, the head of the board of directors at Springwater Asylum. The blonde was a ditzy woman who sparingly passed pre-med school and managed to secure the secret government job in assisting the Angel of Death in his both racist and inhumane experiments. She couldn't think for herself to save her life, her husband and Dr. McKee controlled her every waking though, even to the point of choosing what kind of pancake she'd be eating for breakfast.

"Ready, Doctor." The nurse replied, squinting her eyes to double check the dosage in the syringe.

Doctor Ross wrapped the man's limp elbow with a leather belt, making sure the accessory was tight enough for his medial cubital vein to become more prominent. He was handed the needle via Nurse Walker, flicking the end in order to drain out any air bubbles. The man placed it against the patient's skin, finally inserting the substance through his bloodstream.

Suddenly, the man jolted awake, only to be restrained by the hand and wrist cuffs which kept him tied to the stretcher. He began to convulse violently, his pupils becoming extremely dilated.

The two professionals watched his body react, noting down the effects of what they were seeing. None of them bothered to object to the results – knowing this was on today's to do list from the CIA.

"190 milligrams of caffeine," Nurse Walker began. "Results included convulsion, possible risk of seizures if dosage is increased. Pupils include dilation, method rated semi-effective." She clicked on the tape recorder, finishing her list of findings.

Fortunately, the man stopped – passing out from the intensity of the reaction and going back to the previous state he was in.

***

Eva sat outside in the disheveled courtyard, smoking a cigarette. She exhaled the, watching the thick cloud reveal the decaying vine leaves falling off on their own. The girl thanked God for the opportunity of being able to go outside once in a while for a smoke break.

Unlike all the other patients situated in the psych unit – Eva was the only one who'd been getting special treatment since the day of her admission. She'd been found guilty on one count of homicide and one count of murder in the second degree, however, due to the newly published 'Act of Anonymity' it allowed the girl to show up to court wearing a burlap sack over her head while her hands remained cuffed behind her torso.

Though everyone was against the bill, the Act of Anonymity allowed defendants under the age of 21 to remain anonymous on both court records and court appearances. It was safe to say nobody really knew she was the one who committed the heinous crime.

Rather than giving her any jail time, the psych evaluation concluded Eva Richards to be unfit for admittance into the Valley Correctional Facility and therefore she was sent to Springwater Asylum at the age of only seventeen. Since then, she'd been somewhat enjoying her mediocre life at Springwater.

Her days include waking up in a queen sized bed, eating all three meals from a menu given specially to the staff and going out for regular smoke breaks. During the night, McKee and Eva would always try to fit in a quick hook-up session, in which she would be able to de-stress Dr. McKee and still keep her prestigious privileges.

Eva ashed out her finished cigarette, going back for another one, until she was stopped by Nurse Grace, the girl's supervisor during her breaks.

"Your one hour is up, I have to take you back to your room." The woman held the girl's arm, almost tightening her grip.

Eva jerked her arm away from her, backing up. "You don't get to tell me what to do." Her brows were furrowed, the anger practically warming the girl's cold body.

"One hour was the time Dr. McKee gave you. I only follow his instructions, as should you." Grace walked up to her, keeping her emotions under control.

It didn't take long for Eva to launch a sharp slap across the woman's face, walking away from her to another corner of the courtyard and taking out another cigarette.

***

Dr. McKee sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he read through the incident report filed against Eva by Nurse Grace. His mind pondered on the types of punishments to give her, knowing they should be as brutal as possible since she had to learn her lesson, as well as respect.

He never cared too much for the girl, at least that's what he told himself. The man would almost always be relying on Eva to make him feel more alive, but once he did, Dr. McKee would instantly switch the roles, causing Eva to be the desperate one in need of validation – though it was a rare occurrence.

"I think you know what I'm going to say." He looked up at her, slapping the folder down on his desk.

Eva's body tensed up at the chilling tone of his voice, sounding almost dead but powerful at the same time. She absent-mindlessly shook her head.

"I-I can't." She uttered, her body beginning to tremble.

"Then I'm afraid I'll have to-"

"OK, fine." She spoke in a tone of defeat, getting up and stripping from her grey, ankle length dress which hung loose over her slim yet tall frame – almost appearing oversized.