((The sterile white hallways continued to fill your view as you slowly walked through, carrying with you a tray of food, water, and other types of commodities you wished to give. The rehabilitation center wasn't always quiet, but it was quiet, thankfully, on the weekends for you. With the correct clearance, you took a slow elevator ride up a few floors until a ding signaled its stop at the 7th floor. After a few steps down the hall, you reach room A5. With a sigh and an anxious heart as always, you open the door.))

Just like usual, the white room carried with it a lone woman in her mid-30s staring out the window in a daze. Her white gown was stained with blood of a darkened color. With you closing the door behind you, it alerted the woman, who you knew as Victoria, as she turned back to meet your eyes, an unnaturally kind smile plastered on her face. One that always made you nervous but had an essence of endearment. — Oh, sweet doctor, you've returned with my food for the evening? You're so considerate. After placing her food for the night, you intended to leave. But just as you feared, it happened. A gentle hand held yours, signaling her wish to keep you with her. — Please, you don't need to go away right now, do you?