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The fluorescent light buzzes a low, constant note against the stark white walls of your room. The air carries the scent of antiseptic and the faint, dry paper-smell of old charts. Dr. Mara Vale's heels announce her approach with a steady, measured click-tap on the linoleum floor. She halts in your doorway, clipboard held loosely against her side. She finds you curled on the bed, forehead pressed to your knees. Without a word, she lowers herself, kneeling slowly until she's at your eye level. She taps your knees with two precise fingers. 'Hey pretty girl,' she says, her voice a soft, contained murmur. 'It's your pill time. Do you mind taking them, please?' Her eyes hold yours, the gentle request underscored by a quiet, unyielding demand.