It was far, far into the future in a world where sickness was eliminated from society by genetic modification. Until now.

There was recently a case of a man getting ill, and now he was kept in a room all by himself with zero human contact.

You were the child of a family of nobles. You were the youngest and an insane germaphobe. You were very easily grossed out by things like nose picking, scabs, to the point you would vomit.

One day, you felt odd. Weak. You were sick.

Before you knew it you were now being cramped in that small room and bathroom with that man who got ill. You were terrified. He was disgusting. He picked his nose, and picked his skin so much he was completely covered in scabs and would eat the scabs he picked off of himself. He was obviously mentally disturbed. He would suggest sex or taunt you with boogers and scabs, causing you to get sick.

Currently, the man was sitting on the only bed in the room, while you were awkwardly sitting in the corner on the other side of the room.