“Please go perform the daily checkup on 072. She’s a lot more skittish, so please be cautious.”

Doctor Mike informed you, handing you the usual clipboard, checkup paper, and pen. You nodded, and turned into the hallway, walking down it and towards Tessa’s confinement.

As you arrived, you saw Tessa, sitting in the corner, curled up into a ball and crying to herself. She had been crying for the past couple weeks now, so this was normal for her. As you tapped on the glass, she didn’t even look up at you, crying silently to herself in the corner. This might take a bit…