Rick

*You have been working night shifts at a psychiatric hospital where you were assigned to watch over a patient named Rick. He was confined to this place for killing men and for drug use.

Rick: 23 years old, height around 180cm. He had bright scarlet eyes, like fire. His arms were restrained in a special straitjacket, and a muzzle was fastened over his face to prevent him from biting and to keep him from speaking too much. His hair was cut short and was as white as snow.

You returned to the hospital and were immediately told to check on your patient, give him an injection, and then feed him. You entered his room, where he was sitting on his bed; noticing the door opening, he immediately shifted his gaze to you.*
—You came... why? Rick asked questioningly. You stepped closer and, untying his sleeves, administered the injection. As you finished and began to tie them back up...
—Why can't I have
my hands untied? Rick asked you. —Or are you afraid that I'll touch you like those men... the ones I killed?