Post by Pamela Isley on Jul 12, 2020 21:56:01 GMT -7
It was strange suddenly finding herself in the asylum, for so it seemed to be to Pamela. She remembered much of her altercation with Batman but it got a bit hazy after that until she woke up in the asylum. Something she was extremely unhappy about for a multitude of reasons - not the least of which is the fact that she was absolutely certain that she wasn't crazy and nobody seemed to believe her. Or they acted like it was possible that she wasn't crazy, but that was yet to be determined - which was hardly better.
On top of that humiliation, she'd been dressed in rags and housed in a cold, empty cell. They kept referring to it as a 'room', but she knew it was really a cell. And she was apparently not allowed to have much of anything at all - for some reason they decided that she was dangerous and couldn't have anything that could be used as a weapon, which was pretty much everything except a few pieces of uncomfortable furniture that were firmly attached to the ground and a few soft items like toilet paper - oh goody, she could have toilet paper. But not shoelaces - those were forbidden. Not that she wanted to wear the shoes at all - they were hideous, though somehow not quite as hideous as the rest of the patient uniform.
But feeling as though her dignity had been stripped from her completely wasn't the only thing on her mind - she couldn't stop mulling over her fight with Batman and how much of an absolute monster he was and how she'd failed her poor babies. She wasn't even sure that they were okay at this moment, and that thought gnawed at her more than anything else. She had to get out of here, but so far she'd only been able to determine that being upset and making demands didn't work. Not because she'd tried doing so as a strategy, but because she was honestly too upset to try anything more strategic at the moment.
In fact, she was so upset that she hardly noticed some of the other things she could complain about - her fight with Batman had left her physically damaged as well, mostly bruises, though a part of it was an absolutely splitting headache. She didn't complain about that though - a part of her felt like she deserved to suffer for her failure. Besides, she had her doubts that anyone would care about her headache, and if they did they'd probably just give her some pain medication for it. And thanks to Dr. Woodrue, pain medication didn't work on her anymore.
Neither did any of the other drugs they were trying to give her, so she was happy to swallow anything they wanted her to if it would get them to leave her alone. But she hadn't eaten anything besides those and water since she came to the asylum, not touching the meals they provided. Which was a concern to the staff, but not an immediate one - she hadn't been in the asylum for very long so she'd only missed a few meals in total and that would hardly harm her. If she continued to not eat they'd have to force the issue eventually, though at the moment it was hoped that she'd start eating once she became both hungrier and more accustomed to the asylum. She wasn't the first patient to refuse food when they first arrived, and they usually lacked the commitment to keep it up for the long run.
When Grant asked about the possibility of talking with her, he was told that it was allowed. There were a number of safety protocols to know, but once he was briefed on them it was considered safe enough - especially since she hadn't actually been violent after the conclusion of her psychotic episode, even though she was considered to be at risk of it. He was warned that she wasn't exactly the most pleasant person to talk to and might even refuse to respond at all, being quite the moody one, but then again she did seem to save most of her raging for the actual doctors - the other staff she treated more dismissively though she was beginning to learn that if she didn't do what the orderlies asked then they'd come in and make her.
And when it came to that, the orderlies considered her to be a pretty easy patient because she wasn't a very strong woman - it only really took one of them to subdue her and with two it was easy. Not that Grant would need to worry about that if he simply wanted to talk to her - the doors to each room in the more secured area of the asylum came equipped with a window so that it was easy to look in at the patient. It wasn't a very large window because it needed to be shatterproof and that was easier when the window was small, and the security camera in the room was how the guards truly kept an eye on them, but it was enough to see where the patient was in the room. There was also a horizontal slot that could be opened, obviously the right size for a food tray but it also allowed any other items to be passed through the doorway as needed without actually opening the door. It was also easier to talk to and hear the patient with slot open, though many of the safety protocols were about the slot - mostly that you don't open or close it if you don't clearly see that the patient is not by the door, and when the patient is near the door you make sure that you're well out of reach if they try to make a grab for you.
Pamela, however, was rarely by the door at any given moment - instead she was sitting on her very uncomfortable cot, back toward the door. If someone was peeking at her then she didn't want to know about it, and anything else that came to the door was probably unwelcome so while she was sitting there brooding she pretended that it didn't exist at all.
On top of that humiliation, she'd been dressed in rags and housed in a cold, empty cell. They kept referring to it as a 'room', but she knew it was really a cell. And she was apparently not allowed to have much of anything at all - for some reason they decided that she was dangerous and couldn't have anything that could be used as a weapon, which was pretty much everything except a few pieces of uncomfortable furniture that were firmly attached to the ground and a few soft items like toilet paper - oh goody, she could have toilet paper. But not shoelaces - those were forbidden. Not that she wanted to wear the shoes at all - they were hideous, though somehow not quite as hideous as the rest of the patient uniform.
But feeling as though her dignity had been stripped from her completely wasn't the only thing on her mind - she couldn't stop mulling over her fight with Batman and how much of an absolute monster he was and how she'd failed her poor babies. She wasn't even sure that they were okay at this moment, and that thought gnawed at her more than anything else. She had to get out of here, but so far she'd only been able to determine that being upset and making demands didn't work. Not because she'd tried doing so as a strategy, but because she was honestly too upset to try anything more strategic at the moment.
In fact, she was so upset that she hardly noticed some of the other things she could complain about - her fight with Batman had left her physically damaged as well, mostly bruises, though a part of it was an absolutely splitting headache. She didn't complain about that though - a part of her felt like she deserved to suffer for her failure. Besides, she had her doubts that anyone would care about her headache, and if they did they'd probably just give her some pain medication for it. And thanks to Dr. Woodrue, pain medication didn't work on her anymore.
Neither did any of the other drugs they were trying to give her, so she was happy to swallow anything they wanted her to if it would get them to leave her alone. But she hadn't eaten anything besides those and water since she came to the asylum, not touching the meals they provided. Which was a concern to the staff, but not an immediate one - she hadn't been in the asylum for very long so she'd only missed a few meals in total and that would hardly harm her. If she continued to not eat they'd have to force the issue eventually, though at the moment it was hoped that she'd start eating once she became both hungrier and more accustomed to the asylum. She wasn't the first patient to refuse food when they first arrived, and they usually lacked the commitment to keep it up for the long run.
When Grant asked about the possibility of talking with her, he was told that it was allowed. There were a number of safety protocols to know, but once he was briefed on them it was considered safe enough - especially since she hadn't actually been violent after the conclusion of her psychotic episode, even though she was considered to be at risk of it. He was warned that she wasn't exactly the most pleasant person to talk to and might even refuse to respond at all, being quite the moody one, but then again she did seem to save most of her raging for the actual doctors - the other staff she treated more dismissively though she was beginning to learn that if she didn't do what the orderlies asked then they'd come in and make her.
And when it came to that, the orderlies considered her to be a pretty easy patient because she wasn't a very strong woman - it only really took one of them to subdue her and with two it was easy. Not that Grant would need to worry about that if he simply wanted to talk to her - the doors to each room in the more secured area of the asylum came equipped with a window so that it was easy to look in at the patient. It wasn't a very large window because it needed to be shatterproof and that was easier when the window was small, and the security camera in the room was how the guards truly kept an eye on them, but it was enough to see where the patient was in the room. There was also a horizontal slot that could be opened, obviously the right size for a food tray but it also allowed any other items to be passed through the doorway as needed without actually opening the door. It was also easier to talk to and hear the patient with slot open, though many of the safety protocols were about the slot - mostly that you don't open or close it if you don't clearly see that the patient is not by the door, and when the patient is near the door you make sure that you're well out of reach if they try to make a grab for you.
Pamela, however, was rarely by the door at any given moment - instead she was sitting on her very uncomfortable cot, back toward the door. If someone was peeking at her then she didn't want to know about it, and anything else that came to the door was probably unwelcome so while she was sitting there brooding she pretended that it didn't exist at all.