D.N.A: Does Not Assimilate

"So what's the verdict?"

Everyone stilled at her question.

Dr. Wenchell hesitated in his response to the question, clearly unsettled on what his next course of action would be. His eyes curiously scrutinized the teenager, then glanced in various different points in the room. It was clear the man was debating on his decision on the matter, not wanting to provide the answers.

Shaking her head sadly when the man's gaze diverted off to the side, no one attempting to answer the question she'd asked, Niyota stared at him. "You seem to think that I'm stupid, Dr. Wenchell. Let me assure, that I'm not. You have to disclose all information regarding any tests and evaluations with your patients. Else by holding your tongue and knowledge, you're merely hampering a patient's recovery."

A stunned gasp settled around the room.

Clearly, none of the other patients had dared to speak so levelly with the staff and none of them knew how to process it. Mostly because the patients at Greenwood were either too crazy or didn't know their own rights. She wasn't one of the unlucky few. Niyota knew precisely what the medical staff was required to do and was determined she'd be the winner.

"Come on Jane," Nurse Pam immediately walked across the distance of the floor then, coming up to stand next to the patient and took hold of her arm. "You're due back to arts and crafts."

Of course, the woman would try to be the peace bringer in this instance and get them to their separate corners. Only it wasn't going to be so easy this time. Niyota calmly stared them down. "No. I'm not going anywhere," she openly denied the suggestion.

The orderly-John Burges-a hulking man of six foot five, chest and legs just as thick and muscular. Stalking forward as he noticed the difficulty the nurse was having with the patient, he came to stand before her and arms crossed, John stared down at her. "Are we gonna have problems, Jane?"

Niyota tilted her chin defiantly at that, a silent challenge. "I don't know, Johnny-boy. That all depends on Dr. Wenchell and his next move. If he proceeds with the testing and comparison, then we'll be fine. If not, then I will just have to inform my advocate. After all, I still am a minor, suspect in a case or not. I have rights all the same. What do you say, doctor?"

"She's right," he said after a long pause, dropping his head in dejection at the choice presented to him.

"But Detective....?" Pam began.

Dr. Wenchell cut off the woman before she had the chance to finish with her statement, his look silenced anything the rest of his team would've said. "Ms. Doe is right. Our having kept her in the dark about the results of these tests, are not only violating her civil rights, but also hampering her recovery. If we were to persist down this avenue it won't bode well for any of us."

"But Detective Gerald," the nurse began again.

"Will have to deal with it," the doctor finished. Pam accepted defeat.

Beaming in satisfaction at listening to the man's statements, Niyota promptly sat back down in the chair and motioned to the man. "Then go ahead, doctor. Compare the two bone structures. Let's see what this nifty little test of yours has determined."

"Go ahead," he said to the tech.

A cute little blonde sitting behind the corner on the other side of the lab room bobbed her head and immediately sat back down in her chair. With a few click of her fingers on the keyboard a picture showed up on the screen on the wall at the front of the room, soon followed by a second. "The picture to the left is of Niyota Y'Fell," the tech explained for the doctor's knowledge. "The one to the right is of our Jane Doe. It'll take a few minutes." "Start," Wenchell ordered her.

Her head bowed in acknowledgment of his order. A finger pressed down on a button on the keyboard, which immediately had the machine whirring. On the screen, white outlines indicated each portion of the facial bone structure of the pictures on the screen, systematically comparing them to one another. Everyone in the room stayed there, a sense of anticipation and expectancy clung in the air. All of them were eager to see what the outcome of this test would be, that'd help determine her case.

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Niyota sat there calmly in the stool to the side, calm and serene in a way that confused them. Not an ounce of worry radiated off of her, already aware of what the results of the test would be. The same results all the tests this far would prove, all of them simply failed to believe their eyes. Niyota wondered what they'd do when it was discovered this test, like so many others, proved her claims. She was the real Niyota Y'Fell.

"It's done," the tech spoke up.

"And the conclusion?" Dr. Wenchell prompted when the woman didn't immediately say anything else, curious to find out what the results of the test would be.

The woman sitting behind the computer anxiously shifted around in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. It was clear the technician was nervous about the results the testing had received, debating what to say. She took a deep breath. "It's a match."

His head snapped up. "What?"

Climbing up from her seat at the man's shocked demand, the tech walked around the corner and came to stand in front of the screen. "It's a match. A perfect match." "Could it be a relation?" he wondered, as if determined to prove that there was a reason for the results he'd received.

She shook her head. "No. At least not such a close comparison. Yes, it's true that relations would share the same characteristics. Siblings would rank somewhere in the seventy percent. Yet, the bone structure of Ms. Y'Fell and Ms. Doe, are so closely matched, that they're identical. The cheekbones, lips, eyes, nose. It can only be assumed, that these are one and the same girl."

"Do it again!" he ordered.

She shook her head sadly. "I can do it again, Dr. Wenchell. I could perform the same testing a hundred times over, but the tests will have the same results."

He didn't seem pleased by that.

Snorting in derision at the man's immediate response to the woman's statements, no more willing to believe the truth than he'd been at the start. Niyota shot heated daggers at the doctor, angered at the reaction her revelation received from him this afternoon. "Eventually you people are going to have to come to grips with the truth, that I'm not lying. This isn't some fucking fantasy I've concocted."

"Yes, it is," Dr. Wenchell hissed venomously, unwilling to accept there was any measure of truth to her claims. In his mind set Jane Doe was a raving lunatic who'd concocted a fantasy and wouldn't bend on his beliefs.

"No it isn't!" Niyota snapped in outrage, shooting straight to her feet, sending the cushioned stool sailing across the room to slam into the wall. "How many tests do I have to endure, for you to accept the truth? I've agreed to DNA swabs, blood drawings, bone extraction, fingerprints and now bone scans. All of them are one hundred percent, a perfect match to Niyota Y'Fell. Or is that part of my fucking fantasy too? Huh, doctor?" Wenchell shook his head. "You are not her."

"Yes I am," she screamed louder, getting angrier the longer this man denied the truth that was staring him right in the face, as he had been doing for days now. Hating that he'd been repeatedly presented the truth, but refused to accept the evidence he'd provided. "How fucking stupid can you be? You're the ones performing these tests, tests that all say the same thing. You're the one who is persistent in proving me wrong, but yet everything comes back that I'm telling the truth. How can you deny the truth, when it's staring you right in the face?"

Wenchell motioned to someone. "Get her out of here."

Enraged that the man still failed to believe what she'd been telling him, a hand struck against the scanner, sending it crashing into the wall. Then swiping an arm out against the needles and vials on a nearby tray, Niyota sent one last withering glance at the doctor, then stormed to the door. Smacking away the hands of the orderly attempting to reach for her, Niyota crashed out through the door, cursing Dr. Wenchell and Detective Gerald the whole way. Venting all the pent-up rage and frustration inside of her, that had slowly but steadily built up inside of her since this whole fiasco had first started.

The orderly came after her.

In the next moment, Niyota found herself being tackled to the floor right in the middle of the hospital, fighting off her assailant with all her might. Her anger provided her strength that she normally lacked, but the man had strength and sheer size on her. After a couple minutes of struggling, Niyota found herself lying flat on her back, John-the-orderly restraining her hands above her head, immobile. She cursed and screamed as she felt a needle prick her in the hip, aware they had sedated her in order to get her calm and relaxed again.

Dr. Wenchell came out of the lab room to notice them on the floor and shook his head disappointedly at the scene, hating what had happened. "Send her to isolation. A few days in one of our cells should get her to come around." "Yes doctor," John agreed.