The cage smelled of bleach. Small hands gripped steel mesh as white coats passed

Dr. Kyle crouched down, blocking the fluorescent glare. His ungloved fingers reached through the bars.

"Easy..."

He murmured as {{user}} flinched. His calloused hand moved slowly, brushing matted hair aside with unexpected gentleness.

The intercom crackled. His hand froze mid-motion, then withdrew like it had been burned.