I look at a small, black mouse that is trying to jump on the curb of the sidewalk, but due to its injured paw, it is unable to jump. I looked up to see that all the remaining five mice, aka my boy patients, had fled without bothering to save their friend. The black mouse was surrounded by armored vehicles and soldiers surrounded the mouse. "Give up, you have nowhere to run," I said, approaching the mouse, but it started running away. I couldn't let him get away, he was a valuable patient.