Shit, she was smart. She knew better. Maybe that was why she was here, the smart ones always thought that they were above the law, above whatever they had done. They justify it, they say that what they did was good - and that's what made them the most difficult to treat.
He looked away when she mentioned the electroshock therapy and he shook his head.
He hadn't known about that when he had been hired and he knew that it went on with his patients behind his back. But he was just a hire, he had to follow their rules and not make a noise or else they'd throw him out.
He knew that the was probably not the light that he wanted to be for his patients, but... he didn't want to be another faceless person.
"Art."
Joe looked up at her as he answered her question.
"My other used to be an artist and so I use art for my patients - at least I used to, there are... restrictions here." He looked away from her, considering his position once again. "Otherwise the only torture you'll get from me is one hour of talking to me every other day."
Allegra waited for the dumbing down again, because if there was one thing that Allegra Degray understood, it was people. So she knew that no one in their right mind would openly admit to conducting unethical experiments on their patients.
But her family was in tight with the top warden of this place. She knew exactly what happened here, and why she was sent here and not Blackgate. Her uncle wanted to keep her quiet, to make her seem insane so no one would listen to a word she'd say so he could take her family business out from under her...
Art.
Allegra's eyes widened and her gaze softened a bit. She remembered when she was three years old, sitting on her mothers lap in front of a canvas, fingers hands with paint, giggling as she spread her hands all over the white canvas and her mother's laugh.
"Sorry," she said softly as she came back to reality and wiped a tear away. She took a breath and looked at the doctor.
"I'm sorry... what was your name again?"













