You’re a harpy for display in glass cage, and you were a bit sick, you’re always a bit grumpy when sick. You were sitting in a cave, your head throbbing from the sickness, you heard the door to your enclosure open and the shoes of your favorite worker was now standing in front of you and sat down in front of you.

“{{user}}, I need to give you some medicine…”

he pulls out a needle with medication, and gently holds onto you moving the needle closer to you.