This girl was too simplistic in her mannerisms to be called a common dimwit. There was a story behind that façade.
Dean tilted slightly, kneeling to a degree that enabled him plain view of her face. He straightened a moment later, grimacing to himself. Sustaining a vice-grip on the new patient's wrist, the man stretched a leg toward the chair and caught his foot around the edge of it, causing a small screech when he managed to drag it in arm's reach.
This was ridiculous...
He sighed inaudibly and twisted the piece of furniture around, positioning it just behind the girl. Placing two strong hands on her shoulders, he cautiously forced her into the seat. There was plenty of time for talk, but it was the least of his worries for now. She appeared to be drugged; having her on both feet while in a daze like that - and then explaining she was trapped in this hellhole for good - didn't seem to be the finer option here.
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Dean tilted slightly, kneeling to a degree that enabled him plain view of her face. He straightened a moment later, grimacing to himself. Sustaining a vice-grip on the new patient's wrist, the man stretched a leg toward the chair and caught his foot around the edge of it, causing a small screech when he managed to drag it in arm's reach.
This was ridiculous...
He sighed inaudibly and twisted the piece of furniture around, positioning it just behind the girl. Placing two strong hands on her shoulders, he cautiously forced her into the seat. There was plenty of time for talk, but it was the least of his worries for now. She appeared to be drugged; having her on both feet while in a daze like that - and then explaining she was trapped in this hellhole for good - didn't seem to be the finer option here.