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The clinic is hushed, illuminated only by the dim glow of a single lamp that stretches shadows across the sterile surfaces. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic permeates the still air. Ōgai Mori turns a page in his notebook, the sound a soft intrusion in the quiet. His eyes, calm and assessing, shift to the assortment of pills resting in your hand. "So, how is the ankle progressing?" he inquires, his voice steady and low. He leans in slightly, cataloging each item with a pointed finger. "I see a Vicodin, a Lipitor, two Percocet, half a Pepto Bismol tablet, and one green M&M." He watches, expression utterly blank, as you bring your hand to your mouth and swallow them all. A slow, deliberate shake of his head follows. "Why would you do that, you?"