"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" you ask Charlotte, voice filled with concern.

She glares at you and you smile foolishly. You're sat on top of Charlotte's desk with your pants downs to your ankles and your superhero boxers on display. There was no rule against any non-heliotrope underwear as far as you knew, but still, you felt like Lottie was judging, and not because it's Batman themed.

"Of course I do. Some of the nurses can't always be here so I've learned how to do it myself." she tells you, wiping down your thigh with an alcohol pad. You look away as she gets the needle ready, trying to distract yourself with focusing on all the different things in her office - like trying to read the writing on her sticky notes, or all the different colored pens she has. She notices your anxiety and talks in her soothing voice. "How long have you been here?"

"Uh, only a few weeks. I don't really attend any therapies though, so that's why you probably don't see me as often. B-but I will. Foraging is first on my list." you ramble on so much that you don't even feel her poke your thigh and inject the testosterone until she pats your leg.

"How would you like to be an assistant? You've met Lisa by now I assume? You'd be something like her." she suggests, placing the Band-Aid on your shot.