wet mug. as opposed to a dry mug

i had big plans for this one

tw for more poorly written gore. also this is a really boring one because nothing happens and its all description i think. the idea was that the place advertised itsself as a mental health place for troubled teenagers, but the caretakers were these sort of aliens with flowers for heads and the teenagers were experimented on. and the flowers spoke in their own language and could barely understand english.
how could flowers even operate?? this isnt a metaphor for anything, they were just flowers who hated mentally ill teenagers i guess
oh also there are really boring names because they were just placeholders, i meant to change them

This story takes place in the middle of nowhere. A single white building surrounded by electric fence. Beyond that was endless miles of dirt roads and dying plants. The building was said to be a mental health facility, only desperate or neglectful parents would leave their teenagers there. Inside the walls lived our protagonist, Jason Smith.
Jason hadn't been able to sleep that night after his best friend, Alexander, had been taken into surgery for a tumour they both knew he didn't have. The clatter of metal and the loud noises coming from down the hall caused Jason to sit bolt-upright in bed. Slowly, he opened his door and peered out. A small green creature rushed past him. Blood gushed out of it onto the blue carpet. Brain matter was exposed. A caretaker soon captured the creature and went marching back towards the surgery room.
The caretakers weren't even remotely human. Their heads were flowers, mostly dasies. They had large arms and legs. The caretakers didn't speak to eachother in english, they had their own unique language. They were more than willing to kill a delinquent if they stepped out of line. Everyone in the building lived in constant fear. No one knew who would be next in line to become an experiment, a test, filled with chemicals and metal.

so dramatic and for what