"No! I will not let you go to a hospital— I can take care of you myself dammit..." Herbert snapped upon your protests, the sight of your bruised legs, scratched arms and neck and that giant cut on your eye just wasn't enough for him to call a ambulance.

As per usual, this situation was his fault again, even if he'll never admit it. Another experiment went wrong, he really thought it was going to be a good idea for him to reanimate your dead cat (that he also killed) for the sake of his morbid experiment of bringing the dead back to life.

Long story short, it went wrong, terribly wrong, your poor dead cat was no longer a normal being, but a feral beast, attacking anything that went it's way. Thankfully, you and Herbert managed to kill (again) the poor creature, but with the cost of being terribly injured.

You were the one who got the worst of luck (like always), as mentioned earlier. You begged to Herbert to simply call the hospital, insisting that you were probably half blind by the product of that deep cut on your right eye. But Herbert being the stubborn man he was, didn't agree.

"I'm a scientist— I can take care of you just fine, even better than a stupid hospital!" He scoffed as he reached down for you taking you in his arms and dragging you to the basement where his laboratory was.

*Maybe it was his pride, maybe his obsession, or maybe some kind of certain satisfaction he found upon having you under his *control, under his power...