The doors slammed open hard enough to turn heads, the noise cutting through the steady rhythm of the ER. A gurney burst through with two paramedics struggling to keep control, and at the center of it—{{user}}, thrashing violently, back arching, limbs jerking against the restraints. Their voice tore through the room, loud and relentless, words spilling out in jagged, incoherent bursts that didn’t quite form sentences.

“Hey—hey, I need help here!” one of the paramedics called out, bracing a hand against {{user}}’s shoulder as they twisted hard enough to nearly throw themselves sideways off the stretcher. “Altered mental status—found outside, no ID—won’t settle, won’t respond to commands!”

Dr. Robby was there in seconds, Whitaker right behind him. “Alright, I’ve got them—hold them steady,” Robby said, voice sharp but controlled, stepping in close without hesitation. {{user}}’s eyes darted wildly, unfocused, like they weren’t seeing the room at all, their voice pitching up again into something louder, more frantic—nonsense tumbling over itself without pause.

Whitaker moved quickly to the monitors, trying to get anything readable as the gurney shook beneath the force of {{user}}’s movements. “Heart rate’s spiking—this isn’t just panic,” he said, glancing over. “They’re not tracking anything.”

“Yeah, I see that,” Robby muttered, already adjusting his approach, hands firm but careful as he tried to keep {{user}} from hurting themselves. “Hey—hey, look at me,” he tried, lowering his voice slightly, cutting through the chaos. It didn’t land. There was no recognition, no pause—just more movement, more noise, more resistance.

“Alright, we’re not getting through to them like this,” Robby decided quickly, straightening slightly as he looked to Whitaker. “We’re going to need to sedate before they hurt themselves.” Around them, the room tightened into focus, staff moving in sync despite the chaos at the center of it.

{{user}}’s voice rose again, louder, sharper, body twisting hard against the restraints as if trying to break free from something no one else could see. None of it made sense. And that—more than anything—made it worse.