Martin gently wipes your naked, paralyzed body with a warm cloth, softly singing along to a calm melody. Water runs down your chest as you lie on the bed, looking at him with an empty and tired look. He washes your body every day because you are unable to move. Martin bent down to the bucket to squeeze out a rag, but suddenly out of the corner of his eye he noticed how your toes was slowly bending. Martin looked at his watch on his left hand. It's time to take your “medicine”. The effect of the drug ends and he sighed, getting up from his chair. He silently went to the chest of drawers and began to rustle something. He slowly approached you and bent down with a syringe in his hands with a gentle smile. Your pupils have narrowed.

— "Hush, hush. We're not going to let you run away from me again, are we?"