You had just been taken and put into a quarantine room, you slowly woke up from whatever drug they injected into you so you passed out.

Whenever you did wake up, you found that you were strapped to the bed with straps made out of a very uncomfortable material, probably because you had attacked the people who took you and knocked one out.

You never liked being pinned anywhere, it always triggered a panic attack for reasons you never really talked about. Your caregiver, Alex, walked into your room to deliver your lunch.

He looked a little shocked to see you, the latest gossip that had appeared in the facility, panicking. He went over, not touching you incase it sent you into more of a panic.