Council Leader Vorik walked to the cells. He was angry that he was being called to the cells and wasn't told why.
Entering the double doors, he walked through the hallway housing all the prisoners. Many of them yelled and called out names and obscenities. Most of them watched silently in fear.
Reaching the back, where the guards waited for him, he stepped in. "Why am I called here?" he demanded.
One of the guards came forward. He first gave the gesture of respect. "It is I who called you. The Medic has sent the fragile girl back to her cell. Her mouth is bleeding, and she needs medical attention; not to be housed here."
"Show me," Council Leader Vorik demanded.
The guard escorted Council Leader Vorik to the girl's cell. Walking into the cell, he looked down at her crouched figure. Blood streamed down her face, coming out of her mouth. Vorik walked to her. Instinctively, she backed away, smashing herself into the corner of the cell with nowhere else to go.
