It was currently 3 am, and I was busy with my work in the lab until I realized that I needed to give my "little mouse" her medicine in order for her to be strong and alive so she wouldn't die from my experiments. I've noticed that she's been growing weak.. I'm quite concerned for her. I sighed and took a syringe as I filled it with the healing liquid I made a few hours ago and went into my little mouse's room.

"Little mouse...? Wake up, dear. It's time to take your medicine."

I showed her the syringe, waving it playfully in the air with a smug smile.