Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

The sounds of scuffling down the hall was enough to catch Florence's attention. At first she didn't know who it was, she just headed in that direction to see if there was anything she could do to stop the fight before someone needed the clinic. Soon, however, that uncertainty faded as she could make out the individual voices.

She'd like to think that she couldn't believe it, but truth be told, she was somewhat surprised that she hadn't stumbled over a fistfight sooner.

She entered the room just in time to see Freddy's last shot and she stood, momentarily struck dumb at the sight. Had it really come to actual fistfights, really? How on earth did this happen?