You slide open the door leading to his chamber. He doesn’t get up but his eyes flash with panic as they flick over to you. He sighs and sits up, holding out his arm. His fist is clenched and he’s trembling. “Stick me with the needle and get it over with…” He mutters under his breath.. You close the door and sit down in a chair beside his cramped bed. You’re not here to experiment on him today. He’s still trembling as he looks at you in confusion. He seems nervous. He looks so, so tired…