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"Shi-!"

There was the sound of glass scattering over the floor as well as more than a few voices raised to be heard over one another. A nurse, perhaps familiar to the girl sitting in her room, was fussing loudly over how it would have to be fixed, it just had to be.

"Well Ah was jes showin' ya that it's NOT bullet proof glass! Ya'll have'ta get someone in here with the real stuff. Anyone coulda' broke that." The voice steadily grew louder as the speaker walked down along the hall. Despite the annoyed tone it was a woman's voice, thick with an accent developed from bad upbringing, or perhaps hanging out with the 'wrong crowd' rather than because of growing up in some particular geographical location.

There was a pause, and then she spoke again, right near the door this time. The knob jiggled and one could presume she'd set her hand on it, ready to open and enter. "Jes' take it outta mah pay if yer gonna b***h about it, gaw."

The door creaked open and a rather short and irate looking woman peered in from the entrance. She noticed the kid right away, starting a little bit and turning her head slightly, looking at the bed-ridden child with her left eye - for the other was covered in a dark black patch. "Eh. Sorry. M'here to fix yer TV." She stepped in and moved immediatly toward the television, obviously intending to ignore the room's other (visible) occupant until she was finished with the job.

Pez half looked behind her as she had already turned the TV around on the small wooden desk it was placed on. She currently had a screwdriver between her teeth as she pryed at something else with both her hands, finally getting at what she needed.

She spit the tool out into her hand and began unscrewing the back, going back to concentraiting on her job at hand. The faster it got done the faster she could get out of here. She didn't really fancy talking to crazy children.

"Er... hi. Yer welcome, but I don't even know if it's fixable yet. Jes'... lemmie..." Her words began to space apart as she tugged at the casing of the television, managing to slide it off so the terribly complicated innards were visible. Gingerly she poked around inside, jerking her hand back as she burnt herself on a hot tube. "Urnf!" ********, that hurt.

"Yeah, Ah'm fine." She shook her hand off to the side as she poked around with her other inside of the television. The small comment on her cursing brought forth a snort. "Ah'm already goin' to Hell, kid." So occupied in her work that she didn't realize that she hadn't spoken any curse word out loud in front of the bed-ridden child.

She poked around a bit more, finally withdrawing and wiping her hands down along her pants. "Easy fix. Yah jes' broke a tube." She turned to rummage around in the small tool-kit she'd brought along with her, finding a ragged cardboard box that she gently shook, hearing something rattling around inside. She opened it up and took out a TV tube - a strange looking item indeed.

"Jes' gonna let it cool down a little, firs'." She finally looked up at the kid, feeling awkward. Maybe she'd wait out in the lobby...

Pez looked side-long with her good eye as the girl pulled the blanket up overherself. All that was visible were her eyes, a cute, if not eerie reminder that this girl was in an insane asylum.

She was about to point out that she wasn't the one who was crazy as a loon and needed some quiet time when the child uttered those words.

Hands clenched tightly as one good eye narrowed dangerously, head twisting to the side so the patch wasn't even visible anymore - Pez had become an expert on sideways glances. Her lips jerked feircly down before she spoke. "What does it ******** look like is wrong with it?"

One could almost see the short woman bristling with fight. Probably the only thing stopping her was that she'd be beating the crap out of a child instead of some punk idiot. She tried to take a deep breath and remind herself it was just a kid she was talking to.

"It's gone."

Pez sighed as the girl vanished completely, reaching up her hand to press against her forehead. She took a deep breath, speaking through her teeth. "...It's okay. Sorry. Jes... it's kinda'a touchy thing. Would ya want people starin' at ya if ya had somethin' wrong with ya?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, cursing herself up and down in her mind for having snapped. She was just a kid.

When Pez spoke up again it was in a coaxing tone. "My name's Pez. Eh... what sorta things ya like to watch on TV?"

s**t, what did she say to a kid?!

Pez absently covered the left side of her face with her hand, sighing lightly. "Right, right... they probably do stare, don' they." She let her hand drop as she moved over to sit down in the only chair availabe in the room - conveniently positioned beside the girl. She let her good eye slide half closed as she mused more to herself than anything. "Music, sure."

The words were innocent enough. They caused the woman's eyebrows to raise, lips pursing. "A demon, ya say?" She gave a patronizing smile, deciding to induldge the kid to make up for her earlier outburst. It would be her reconciliation. "What kinda demon?" She set her chin in her hand, turning her gaze toward the child in the bed.

There wasn't even time for Pez to consider what the child had said about this 'demon' that she needed. Her focus snapped 100% onto the condenscending, disgusting way that she had said that name to her.

"Excuse me?"

Pez glanced down at her shirt, wondering if there was some sort of identifier or... maybe on.. but no, there'd never be anything. Pez did not use that name unless it was stricktly for legal things. The first time she'd been arrested and asked if she went by any alias she'd immediatly answered with Pez.

The fine hairs at the back of her neck prickled slightly. An unsure smile spread lopsidedly across her face as she sat straight, leaning back a bit from Jezebel.