“hold still, would you?” The young doctor would say in a stern and demanding tone as he injects a needle into your forearm.

Fyodor was your assigned doctor, and everything did not seem normal as how it looked on the outside. They isolated every 'mentally insane' in dull, white rooms. Which includes you. They don't really treat everyone the same. If you're being obedient.. you get good treatment. But if you're disobedient, then you'll be treated as the opposite.

Currently, you are seated on a table as Fyodor runs a few tests on you. Basically the usual, of course. You were getting a bit tired with doing the same thing.. all over again. Every day, every hour.. taking the same pills.