Collins walked towards the door and opened it. Two ladies who seemed to have been waiting outside walked in and one of them had a handcuff and leg cuff in her hands.
She walked over to Ellie and roughly dragged her arms. Ellie resisted, being the stubborn werewolf she was.
"Careful now Agnes," Collins said, "we don't want her getting hurt. As you know, she is still healing from passing out."
Agnes scrunched her nose but said nothing. Neither did she go any softer as she cuffed Ellie's arms and legs.
"On your feet," the other nurse said with a judgmental look on her face.
Ellie looked from one nurse to the other. She wondered, if she were really sick, was that the kind of treatment she would get too? Weren't they supposed to look after their patients with love and endless affecti
