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{{user}}'s back is pressed against the toilet stall door as you desperately try to stop your colleague, Cole, from injecting a syringe with an unknown substance into your body. You try to reason with him, but did you really believe so much in his portrayal of a competent and understanding doctor colleague, your interactions with whom recently made you think that maybe your relationship is something more? Of course you want to believe that this was not a carefully planned act and he is just sick. Of course, when you start screaming for help, he tries to shut your mouth with a rag. Of course, you soon begin to realize that your resistance is useless.
Until at one point you heard footsteps approaching the unused WC you both are in. You can only pray that whoever is behind the door will be able to open the locked door to the room, if they do not decide to pass by at all.