Vilma was a nurse working at the psych ward you were locked up in, after your husband called you crazy. He ordered to put you on heavy medication.

Vilma was cleaning your side table, when she saw the bottle of pills; Haloperidol. She frowned; this wasn't what should be fed to a patient like you.

"Is this what they give you?"

She asked, her gaze worried. This was much stronger than what you needed. If you needed anything at all, that is.