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Fleeting images of the inside of an ambulance faded in and out of Sam's mind, his thoughts a blur, his movement felt restricted, the feeling of a warm blanket relaxed him yet the strong feeling of straps around his wrist and legs was concerning. His mind was in a dream state, the fight or flight sense in his brain moving in circles yet his muscles were too fuzzy and tired to move. His next waking moments were very confusing. As his eyes fluttered open mint green walls surrounded him. He slowly lifted his head that had been resting on his arm and saw that his left wrist had a patient wristband, he had worn these before as a younger child when he had an emergency appendectomy surgery. He squinted to read it. He felt it was late at night but had no way of knowing other than the dim lights.

Samuel Hathway

Age 21 (7) M

Admitted St. Haniel Asylum 4/21/23

His mind still felt foggy yet comforted by the walls. His mind wanted to flee yet upon trying to stand he realized he was strapped by something attached to his neck to the chair. A collar? What the fuck kinda trial is this? With his back to the door thoughts of impending danger closed on him. The shuffling of footsteps could be faintly heard outside alongside muttering voices. He calmed himself. He felt fine other than the mental fogginess. He felt like his brain was working slower than usual. He opened his eyes again and looked around, a table and another chair across from him. Looking down he realized that his hands were affixed by restraints to the chair and he wore a shirt and sweats made from pastel white and blue material. It was surprisingly soft and nice on his skin. He didn't have shoes on anymore. He felt a small prick mark on his left shoulder but otherwise felt unharmed. Need to figure out what the fucks going on, It's like they placed me on suicide watch or somethin- They definitely drugged me on the ambulance ride.

His thoughts were shut off by the jangling of the door handle. From behind him, he felt the presence of a taller individual. Out of his left field of view, a taller female wolf dressed in red velvet and black nurse attire walked in and towards the chair. Her character had a small purse-like bag with candy hanging out of a side pocket. She had a boyish haircut and a lean muscular build. He opened his mouth to speak but she broke the silence first, "Hi, Sweetie my name is Ms. Vixee

I've been assigned as your caretaker. If you have any concerns or questions I'm here for you 24/7 till your treatment at St. Haniel is over! Now I know you probably a little concerned with everything going on but I assure you it's all for your good alright." She had a gentle soothing tone of voice that felt tender yet assertive. His fight instinct was firing wildly yet he felt guilty given her stature "I'm sure you have a lot of questions but I think I can answer most of them on the way" He tried to respond quickly as she got up again. She dug threw her purse. "I can you get these fucking restraints off. I assure you I'm not a danger to myself or anyone, I know that's usually the protocol for restraining. This is all quite sudden and the whole transfer part was akin to a kidnapping if anything, Its quite unthoughtful, What kind of therapy do you guys even run here I mean-" At this point he was cut off as she walked behind hind and hooked a small bulb in his mouth what the hell! He thought. "Firstly, Sammy, you won't demand anything of me alright. And I sure hope you don't use that language with me again. The last thing I am is unthoughtful. For your information, we specialize in regression therapy! How fun I know... everybody was happier as a kid weren't they? Now a lot of babies get fussy when they first start but I'm hoping you can be better than that Sammy!" She had gotten in front of him and was staring into his eyes, he couldn't decide whether her grin was gleefully sinister or optimistic and earnest. Her tone had switched during the last part to a more passive-aggressive threatening state given that he had tensed up and his arms thrashed against their restraints trying to pry out what he now realized must have been a pacigag.

Crazy Bitch His thoughts turned to fight as he realized he couldn't exactly hide from her. "Sammy baby you know you only gonna tire yourself out alright?" Samuel knew she had a point but continued thrashing for a good couple of seconds before seeing reason. He had to calm himself to truly take everything in re-regression therapy? What are they gonna hand feed me? What is she playing at? Need to bide my time. Coming back to reality he had realized that she had loosened all of his restraints as he had relaxed, the collar and pacigag still in place. Standing up he turned around to see her fully. She was quite pretty. Her facial expression changed to a smile, "Wow most babies are still throwing tantrums by now but look at you!" She turned towards the door, unlocking it she pushed it open and revealed what appeared to be a waiting room. At that moment Samuel saw automatic slider doors that sunshine peered through. A way out. If I get outside I know I'm capable of dropping and getting the fuck out of wherever this is. Still has to get past her though, he hated to hurt a woman. He smiled towards her doing his best to seem innocent but his balled fist told another story, and she saw it. Punching forward, the lady wolf had pivoted sideways to dodge it. She was silent and raised her hands, The hyena knew what was happening but it was too late I overcommitted she was gonna catch my arm! Her arm snaked around his grabbing onto his shoulder and pulling him out of the doorway She then used her other arm to pin him against the wall, "Oh that's just too bad sweetie. What did I ever do to you?" He struggled and thrashed against her but she wouldn't budge. How is she so strong, especially against me? Or maybe I'm weaker as of now his thoughts were redirected as she seemed to have grabbed something out of her bag. His eyes looked back seeing a syringe in her hand. He let out a muffled yelp that continued into a whine as she plunged it into his thigh. "Your okay, just relax sweetheart" His legs were the first to give, then the rest of his body followed, he felt as if he were in slow motion, falling backwards into the woman's arms.

He was helpless. The caregiver cradled him and picked up the adult hyena as if he weighed nothing. As she started walking Samuel lolled his head back to look up at her. What kind of sedative is this, my limbs feel like they weigh a ton yet my mental clarity is untouched She peered back down as they kept moving, smiling, "Oh don't cry, I just gave you a little attitude adjuster, unfortunately it has a couple of side effects though! I'm gonna have to get you to your room quickly aren't I sweetie!" Her voice cleared any doubts in his mind that she wanted to do him harm, she seemed more frustrated with him than anything. Like a mother. The lights above her kept appearing and disappearing as she walked through several corridors and some doors. Left, Left, Right, Left, I have to retrace my steps. Sam thought defiantly. Finally, they came to a room. Pressing her hand to the handle a small click sounded and she pushed the door open. Biometric door handles? What Kinda hospital is this? He was confused. She set the hyena down on a Japanese futon-style bed on the floor. "Alright baby, let's get you into something more comfortable before I put you to bed, Sound good?" She spoke with a joyful inquisitive tone. Looking around the room Samuel was filled with confusion, a full-size nursery engulfed his world. The floor and walls were filled with patterns of baby animals and kindergarten-like charts of potty training and ABCs. the corner nearest to the door had a playpen with no toys and next to it a changing table with few supplies and a couple of medical diapers. Across from his bed lay a dressing cabinet with very few clothes.

Before he could look around anymore Ms. Vixee had appeared before him with a medical diaper and some powder. He tried to run away but the sedative made it so he could only crawl, he tried to scream out to fuck off but he only babbled faintly through his pacifier. Forcefully she once again pinned him and started to diaper him, "You know only babies need diapers right? But that little attitude adjustment back there does have a little consequence of making big boys like you have accidents from time to time. I'm sure one day you'll be a happy big grown-up boy, won't you? But right now Sammy is mommy's little helpless baby brat aren't you!" Her tone shifted as she let out a slight laugh. Samuels' emotions were in turmoil. He shed a tear as the diaper was taped up fully, he felt lost but had never felt so vulnerable. She felt cruel but she seemed to care genuinely and hope for him. Her voice washed over him as she pulled the blanket over him, "Don't cry my dear, Tomorrow is a new day. I love you, This is your own good." And with those final words, the lights were switched off and the door was closed. This is not what I signed up for. He thought to himself as he fell asleep.