Male reader x missy (editing cos I'm dumb:))

Mental hospital

Your eyes adjusted to the small white room around you, a flickering light Swang above your head.

"Ah fuck!" You cried out, trying to rub your head but being restrained by the handcuff on your wrist. "Really handcuffs?" you muttered to yourself missing the door open and shut behind her. "Ah and... coat" you mumbled looking down to empty pockets.

She came in and sat down in a chair across from you. "Hello, mr song."

"Y/n," you said woodenly, playing with the handcuffs.

"Y/n," she smiled. "How are you?"

"Well let me think, I'm in a mental hospital against my will," You said, a bit belligerently. Yanking your wrist free from the metal handcuffs.

"Do you know why your here?" She asked unfazed by your ability to escape restrains. You dropped them to the floor with a small grin.

You gave a rather haughty sniff, slumping low on the chair to glare at her. "You're the doctor"

"So are you," she countered flicking through what you assumed was your file. You took your time to look around for an escape but came back empty flicking your gaze back to her.

"Of a lot of things but you couldn't have known about that without that little file of yours. But let's see about you, huh Doctor... Huston, is it? I've got a lot of doctorates in more fields you could ever count, which I'm guessing is at lot more than you have, you see I am quite clever just like my parents, see you've heard of them right! and if you think you can continue interrogating me you're very much mistaken."

Maria blinked actually taken away from your words. "Um. Okay, y/n. What would you like to tell me, then I'm not interrogating you" she smiled closing your file.

"Let me start first" you whispered softly leaning towards her. "Why. I'm. I. Here?" You groaned.

"You see we've been monitoring you alongside unit. Your a major defence for this country and universe mr song but very... shall we say ill. And we appreciate that you will cooperate with us. Your attitude towards your situation matters, and it will affect your recovery."

You scoffed leaning back into the chair , "Recovery? Really I'm fine! And like you said I'm a defence against your little friends up there and im sure you can stop them when I'm trapped here!"

"I'm afraid this isn't a discussion y/n, my men will take you to your room." She sighed sending in guards to take you away.

"Oi back off!" You growled ripping his arm away and bending it the wrong way. You grinned at the sound of his arm snapping out of place. "Why don't you tell me what you really want?" You yelled. Stronger arms snaked around your body, the warm tingling entering your neck caused your body to slump into their grip dragging you of to your room unconsciously.

A little later....
"Will people stop stabbing me with needles!" You exclaimed pulling out the syringe that they had left in you. "Okay y/n your alone. Also... okay. Right Ah give me something brain!" You whispered yelled to your self.

The door unlocked. A man strolled in with a medicine trolley. "Yeah you can fuck off too!" You growled.

"I have orders. You have to take these" he monotoned pushing a small container of pills your way.

You scoffed taking both hands and slamming them down on the trolley, causing all the pills in the cart to scatter to the floor.

"Guards!" Oh fuck here we go again. You were held roughly against the bed as they forced the medication down your throat causing you to gulp in reflex as you screamed at the top of your lungs.