That wasn't something she was prepared for. Granted, she knew that patients would fight back, but it wasn't like she could dodge as easily as the brown-haired patient had been doing earlier. Though, sometimes sacrifices had to be made to keep the peace. She ended up stumbling back, clutching at her cheek where his elbow had jabbed her.

An orderly was heading over - she hadn't even had to call for him. Apparently, he'd been keeping an eye on the struggle, which made sense; fights in the shower were a bit rarer than fights in the cafeteria.

"Sedate him?" he asked her as he walked up. Even though she felt bad about putting patients through that sort of thing, it seemed necessary at this point. Jacob had to learn. She nodded to him, and he started for Faust.