She vaguely remembered her first day. The spitting and hissing, the clawing and biting the fact it had taken four of them to restrain her. She wondered what she had done to be told off quite that severly, she couldn't remember, she must have been extra naughty though. They had poked her with needles and she had gone to sleep. When she had woken she felt weaker. Clumsier. Her Words already difficult to say. She knew she knew words, her tongue just got tangled in them. She knew that was a problem. Knew it wasn't right but she couldn't understand why or how to fix it.

She'd been diapered and dressed and again her brain screamed at her in a muted muffled way It was wrong wrong wrong she didn't need diapers, that thought seemed weird to her as she promptly floodied the fresh padding without thinking too much about it. She had to go somewhere, someplace that wasnt here but how could she get away when she'd been put in a playpen with some bright coloured things to chew.

The days had descended into bigger people coming and going, Diaper changes became typical and after every bottle she was given she felt...different. Floppier, happier? She didn't understand the feelings she was feeling. She was sure she had been able to stand when she first came in here and now she was having to concentrate hard just to stay in a sitting position.

She came to enjoy the playtime and the fact the bigger people fussed over, she enjoyed the sing songy praise they gave her when she did something they approved of. BUt all the while somewhere deep down in her there was some ethereal entity screaming at her to escape, to run, that she was mortified and embarrassed this was happening to her, but those thoughts became fainter and fainter until it was hard to tell if it was the strange anxiety bubbling up in her or the fact that she needed to be winded.