“Stop it, already, god you were always so…”

…

She squints.

“HEY!” She grips her hair tighter, and jostles her a bit. What the fuck?! Did she pass out AGAIN!?

The Officer scoffs and tosses her to the ground, Paula makes a “splat” sound as her naked body hits against the vomit, and The Officer growls while rubbing her temple. She looks down at her again, staring for a few seconds. She gets fixated on her face, it looks, blurry. She rubs her eyes, next. It still looks off, she can't get a focus on it, it's like it's stuck in the background.

Ugh- whatever- that's not the problem right now.

“Are you faking this? I've never in all my years seen someone take this long to get up after that procedure. Here I was, wanting to talk, and be civil, give you a chance to explain yourself and you can't even be decent enough to wake up and stop puking everywhere.” She spits out, getting progressively more violent towards the end and stepping back from the thinning, pooling bile on the floor. She looks down at it, then around. Pitiful…

She had brought Paula to the interrogation room in the hospital, in hopes it would scare her, no-ones behind that mirror and she was hoping it would give the illusion of pressure, but now all there is in here is a mess. She looks back down at her, naked and covered in her own puke. She crosses her arms and rolls her eyes.

“How in gods name is this better than just having stayed with me? What did you even want, out there? What do I not give you? Why did you…” She struggles to finish that. Her eyes flutter a bit and she holds her head, trying to recollect what happened when she left. Did she leave willingly? No, she, thought she died. Doing something, but, if she survived it must have been a trick. Something. Why would she do that to her though? The thought makes her too angry to keep questioning it. Why would she do that to HER!?

She hits at the wall, then steps back over to Paula and grabs her by her shoulders, shaking her again.

“Get UP!”

She keeps shaking her, most of the time just because you do something angrier, doesn't make it more efficient, but this time it looks like her eyes are opening again. The Officer grits her teeth, then slaps her in the face a few times. Paula's eyes widen, dilated and bleary and confused, she looks around a few times then her nose scrunches up and she goes pale.

“NO-“ The officer shoves her hand against Paula's mouth roughly, her eye twitching. “NO MORE OF THAT! How do you even have any juice left, is there a leak in here I'm not seeing?? Are you licking off puddles on the ground?” She asks, looking around, annoyed. There shouldn't be but she cant put anything past her at this-

Paula gags and retches more fluid up, her eyes rolling back, it just goes straight back into her mouth. The Officer only puts more pressure on her face. She tears up as she's forced to swallow half of it, but she can't keep it down- it comes back up again-

“Maybe this is what you need to stay up, before we leave you're going to apologize to the janitors, do you understand me?” She asks as the sounds of retching and swallowing ebb in the background. Eventually, after coming to the point of violent trembles and sobs, Paula is able to keep it down. “Finally. Now, I am going to remove my hand, and you are not gonna vomit, or else.”

The Officer doesn't have anything she can do in mind yet but…it'll come out. Later. In what she's due.

Paula gasps for air and wheezes once the officers hand is removed, her eyes focus and un-focus, they fall back down and land onto The Officer. She looks fear stricken again.

“Whᴴ-“ she coughs, and gasps for air, a tight bubbling sound emitting from her throat. “Hₕeˡp…” She blurts out with a small sob, it didn't look like it was particularly directed at anyone.

“The help is here, moron, and I'll make sure you take it this time. Stay awake and let's talk.” Finally, she's been trying to get her up for the past hour. She moves her away from the vomit then tosses her into a corner, Paula wheezes and curls up, her hands balled weakly. She looks up at her, she's trying to get pity from her, she knows it. She scoffs. It's not gonna work this time. There'll be time for love another day.

“ᴵdₒn'ᵗ ᵤnᵈeᵣsᵗaₙd⁻”

“Y-“ the officer sucks air in through her teeth, angrily, “you, are so, so lucky that i need you to be conscious right now…” She brings her gloved hand to her forehead then rubs her eyes. “Are you going to make me go about this, in this way? Are you going to keep this act up at my expense the entire time?”

Paula blubbers the beginning of a “what” out, but it doesn't get far before being cut off again.

“Fine. Fine, you win, again, I will sacrifice my own leisure for yours. So lets run with the assumption you're confused.” Spite laces her tone, she rolls her eyes finishing her sentence and stands up straight. “Let's go through this routine. Ask me questions you already know the answer to. Come on.”

“…”

Paula trembles and pants, her eyes darting between the officer and the ground. Her eyes flutter a bit and she caves on herself some more, she cant stay still-

“I said come on.” Why can she never just work with her? Why does she always have to do something like this? She does so, so much for both of them, and Paula just throws it back into her face. She's been so alone. Doesn't she care!?

“I…” Paula swallows, coughing a few times. “I dᵒn'ₜ ᵏnₒw, whᵃtₛ ʰaₚpᵉnᵢnᵍ- pˡeasᵉ- I'ᵐsₒrʳy fᵒr wʰaₜeᵛeᵣ ᶦ diᵈ buᵗidoⁿ't kⁿow ʷhat'ˢ ₕaᵖpₑnᶦng- i dᵒn'ₜ ᵘndeʳsₜaⁿd-“

Typical, the officer thinks to herself, but shes already made peace with having to go through this the annoying way. She takes a steadying breath and holds her fists tight.

“We checked your brain. We know you aren't suffering from any damage, there. I’m still not buying you have amnesia, but I will explain to you what's happening, like it'll make a difference…” she scoffs, brushing some of the hair that's loosened from her tie back behind her ear. “Your name is Paula. You are my partner and a while ago after an “accident” you disappeared, leaving me alone and confused and heartbroken.” A twitch of the eye, of the lip. “Because of this issue, and the last one you caused, I’m going to need to take precautions to make sure your stupid ass stays in place and stays out of danger. They already didn't fucking like you being with me, you know that, I was doing good enough keeping you safe and NOW-…” Her eye twitches, again, she takes a long breath in. “From now on there's no more slack on your leash and no more dreaming out of you, I've suffered enough from your plans. The coalition has too.”

She doesn't even look like she cares. Pathetic. Why does she even bother with her? Why'd she have to get stuck loving some useless bitch like Paula? Least she'll be doing something, soon. Breaks her heart though, her own girlfriend making her train her like a dog. It's obviously too dangerous for her to keep being a person, like this. She's lucky. She's lucky that she still loves her. She'd be dead on the street if she didn’t.

Her head hurts.

“I dᵒn'ₜ…” Paula's interrupted by the tip of the officers foot starting to press against her stomach, she whimpers, its not even any real pressure.

“I am not going to beg for you to say something real to me, Paula, you've made a fool of me enough as is. This is all going to be for your own good. You won't be as fragile. You'll listen. You'll help. You won’t want to leave, anymore…” her expression softens, for a moment, spaced out again, then twists back into annoyance as she begins blubbering again. “I know you're gonna make me work for it though. All of you make me work, so much harder, for everything. I still love you though…”

She leans down, and grabs her by the arm. She hasn't even said anything about it. Thanked her for the new one. It's much better than the old piece of shit they had attached to her but no, she doesn't get thanks. She never gets thanks.

“I am going to give you one chance to help while it’s still up to you. Got it? If you know what's good for you, you've got it, okay? Now. Tell me where you've been, and what you know, and I'll give you the privilege to eat food at home.”

Paula looks up at her, blearily, her hand twitches and she grits her teeth. She looks like she’s contemplating something. Probably a lie. She has information, though. Shell be able to tell. Dummy.

“I…” Paula pants, not being able to make eye contact. “ₘy namᵉ ᵢs Bₑlˡe, ᶦ doⁿt kⁿow, n, ᵃnytʰiₙg, abᵒuₜ ᵗhₑ ʳebeˡs- ᶦ waˢ ⱼuˢt aˢoₗiᵈeᵣ- i jᵘsₜ ʰeₗpᵉd. ᴬlₗ ᶦ diᵈ waˢ ₕeˡp tʰeᵣe aₙd, anᵈ beᶠoᵣeᶦ-ₗiᵛed ʷiₜh my ᶠaₘiˡy- ᶦ doⁿ't kⁿow ʷhat yₒu wanᵗfᵣoᵐmₘe⁻I'ₘsᵒrᵣy⁻pₗeᵃsₑ ˢtₒp⁻”

That's about the answer she expected, blubbering and sobbing and spitting out lies. Maybe she really is confused. Does it really matter? She's fixing these delusions, malicious or not. They’re fucking everything up all the same and she can not afford anymore fuck-ups. The Officer drops her to the ground, she scrambles back and tries to cover herself, looking more awake than she has. Too bad for her.

“Well, I gave you a shot.” She says, coldly, raising a boot up. The janitors don't need an apology, why should they get one if she can't even get a real one? “I remember you being a better liar, though.”

Paula flinches, and closes her eyes in the split second before The Officer brings her boot down against her head, and the wall. She smiles, feeling a bit of relief since this all went down in the first place. She puts her leg back down, and scrapes her sole against the floor, looking at Paula's half busted open face. She's certainly unconscious, so transport shouldn't be difficult, just lugging her around like last time.

The things she does for her…why she does this in return, she'll never understand. She examines her a bit further, she notices the small, faint wriggling of the flesh between her broken seams. The procedure went well, then. Good. She’ll need it for the tasks ahead, to make it up to her, to atone for all this. It's a shame she has to mess her face up…

It'll be fine, though. It'll fix itself on the way back. Maybe it'll set whatever's off about it back into place.

She picks her up, and starts dragging her to the door. She'll get her wrapped with a towel, loaded up, then ready for home. Once she has a talk with Them her training’ll need to start…