MARIA
"Hello!" She shouted when nobody appeared still.
Then, as if angry with her shouting, the door flew open and and the guard poked his head in, an annoyed look on his face. "What?" He barked.
"I need your help."
"With what?" He barked again and Maria wished she could have her powers back even if just for a second so that she would render him speechless. Literally.
She gingerly cradled her left arm. "I fell from the bench while I was sleeping and I think I might have dislocated it." She lied. "Could you please help me pop it back into place?"
The brown-haired, crusty-faced, miserable piece-of-s**t stared at her as if she'd asked him to crawl to her on his knees. "I'm not going to help you with that." He pointed at the wall in her cell. "Move over to the wall and get
