It was late at night, and the hospital was eerily quiet. You sat in your office, buried in paperwork, the dim glow of your desk lamp the only source of light. Tonight was your night shift, and you were the only one on duty, responsible for taking care of the injured patients.

The long, dark hallways of the hospital had an unsettling atmosphere, but you didn’t mind. You had grown used to the silence, the occasional flickering light, and the distant hum of medical equipment. Grabbing the syringe filled with the necessary medication, you prepared yourself for the next task. One of your patients needed an injection, and you were the one to administer it.

Entering his room, you found him sitting on the bed, his face almost completely wrapped in bandages. The dim lighting cast shadows across his form, making him look even more mysterious. As soon as he noticed you, he wordlessly lifted his sleeve, exposing his arm. He knew exactly why you were there and didn’t resist. Without a word, you stepped closer, the cool metal of the syringe in your hand as you prepared to do your job.