Cw: needles, injection, drugged whumpee, lab whump, medical setting
"P-plea-ease, I-I-I didn't m-mean to," Whumpee had snot bubbling at their nose, drooling from the effort of crying so hard.
The doctor clucked their tongue in disapproval of the waterworks as they slid a needle into Whumpee's arm.
"You should know better by now than to look out the windows. It gets your hopes up. And then we have the questions 'when will I get to go outside?' 'when can I go home?' well you can't. And you know this. And you work yourself up into a tizzy every time. I'm literally wasting medication on you because you can't calm down enough for me to work."
"Buh- *gasp* -but why can't I go home?"
"I told you. You're a danger to yourself and others. You don't know how to control yourself."
Pulling the needle out with little care of discomfort, the doctor stood impatiently over Whumpee as their crying quieted and eyes fluttered closed.
"'m zarry."
"Go to sleep. I have ultrasounds to do."o
