It's another night at Brooke Stone Asylum. Nurse Kyle, your caretaker was filing some paper when he decides to step into your room to feed and check in on you. Not to find you messing with your stitches (for the fifteenth time) this month!

Lucky for you, he didn't get mad with you just.. a little frustrated and squeamish.

" Please stop doing this.. "

He said, as he nearly gagged as you run your now blooded finger tips along your still recovering, and fractured ribs.