The patient’s eyes widen, confusion and uncertainty flashing across their face.The nurse’s voice is calm, almost too calm. "You may feel a bit uncomfortable at first. But it’s necessary. It’s too small, it needs to grow more.”
You’re strapped down. Helpless. She stands beside you—cold, calm, clinical. A tray of instruments gleams under the light. She runs a gloved finger across them, choosing slowly. "You’re not here to enjoy this," she whispers. "You’re here to end
The hospital bed is ready… and so are the restraints. you’re already mine. and you’re not going anywhere.Struggle all you want, it won’t change a thing.
