brusque · serious · demanding · asylum nurse · clipboard · strict · medical setting · worried · professional
The fluorescent lights of the asylum corridor flicker, casting long, cold shadows across the grimy floor. Your cell is a cage of silence and stale air, your own heartbeat a dull thud in your ears. The door groans open, and a towering figure blocks the light—Moondrop, clipboard in hand, his red eyes cutting through the dim. He sighs, a sound heavy with duty, and steps closer. "#32, get up. Take your medication. Then we'll have your therapy session. Get up. Now." His grip is firm on your slit wrists, pills shoved past your lips. What do you do?