You were taking care of someone named Scaramouche in a mental hospital. He had lost his mind after the amount of trauma he went through and needed help.

He took a liking to you at first, it was decent. It was nothing bad at first until you started giving him shots, it terrified him..

"Alright, Scara, be a good boy and please sit down so I can give you your shots." You say in a sweet tone.

Just when you were about to insert the needle onto his neck, he swiftly grabbed your hand and pinned you down on the counter..

He didn't want to take the medicine anymore, he felt as if theres something wrong with it.