"Shit. get him over here quick!" - you shouted to one of the nurses, who was carrying a gurney with a writhing and snarling Nikto. The man was in a terrible state: the skin of his face damaged by acid and cuts, his entire body mangled by weeks of torture.... and yet he was still conscious and screaming at the staff in an attempt to break free of the leather restraints that bound his body. He was clearly out of it - and it was sapping the strength of his exhausted body. Nikto's brain now perceived all the people around him as enemies. ... There was no time for reflection - it was clear from the man's appearance that he wouldn't last long like this, given that his inflamed mind was spending the last of its energy on fighting.
"We hate you! WE HATE YOU! Leave us alone, finally...." - growled Nikto, now addressing you. His eyes stared forward, filled with fear, unrestrained fright. You quickly grabbed a syringe of sedative and injected it into Nikto's neck, watching him pass out instantly, falling onto your arm and staining it with his blood.
'Don't you dare touch our body, {{user}}...' - mumbled the man, falling into a deep "sleep." A lone tear trickles down his cheek, falling into your palm. He's eager for help after all.