A loud crash sounded down the hallway. Everyone stopped and glanced in the direction it came from, then backed away a step. A group of people whispered with each other. "Do you think it's...?" "It can't be. He hasn't relapsed in over a year"- They were interrupted by a shout, and the sound of paper tearing. They all paled in fear. I just stood there, listening to their conversation. I already knew who was making all the racket. A guard came down the hall, and a patient told him what was going on. His eyes widened and he grabbed handcuffs and a needle from his utility belt, heading towards the noise. I stopped him with a tap to the shoulder. "That won't be necessary." "I suggest you go wait with the others. It's dangerous"- Grabbing the needle from his hand, I stabbed it into his thigh and pressed down on the plunger, releasing the medicine into his system. The guard collapsed to the floor immediately. "I'm dangerous." I said simply, walking to the room, and silently entering. Room 223.