A disgruntled doctor walked into the room, moments ago having just solved a conflict in the room opposite. His hair was tousled and his shirt now had a small stain, yet he seemed to be in okay spirits.

Chuuya stepped into the room, his uniform now stained as he stood in the doorway.

“You’re not planning any sort of riot, are you?”

He spoke somewhat jokingly. He approached your bedside, placing down a paper cup filled with water and a tiny plastic cup with two pills inside.

He was the doctor on the ward, coming to check up on the patients to see how they are doing are doing. He spoke quietly as he waited for the pills to be washed down.

“They won’t kill you, I just need to make sure you swallow them now.”