A paragraph from my novel called The Storm.
The ambulance stopped soon enough and Nessa waited for the inevitable. Once the doors opened, she was nearly shoved out of the back. She kept her footing, and did nothing to provoke the men and women around her. She saw that they were in a garage, and that they were surrounded by men and women in hospital uniforms. The calmer she acted, the more nervous some became. The men wanted to sedate her; the women seemed to think she would be all right. Nessa said nothing, did nothing until finally a man in a lab coat came forward and stuck her with a needle in the arm. Nessa hissed in breath but allowed the medicine to flow through her bloodstream. Soon enough, the sedative took affect and she fainted.