"W-what?" I squeaked, tears running down my eyes.
I heard another crash and shout from inside his room and a shaky sob tore out of my throat.
I felt responsible.
Guilty.
"I see he was not able to tell you and as much as I'd love to explain what IED exactly is now is not the time. He can kill himself and die without knowing what caused it. His body is on autodrive and all he wants to do is destroy. If he sees you I'm sure he'll be calm enough so you can sedate him"
Autodrive?
What sort of terrible mental illness could make you destroy things without knowing or wanting to do it?
And why did it have to get Jordan?
"Okay" I nodded furiously, trying to give myself some pep talk that would strenghten me for what I was about to do.
I tried the doorknob but before I could enter, I heard a
