He advanced each step echoing forward, slowly but relentless, while Yueyao stumbled back, her breath quickening. The sterile scent of alcohol and herbs felt suffocating now, clawing down her throat.
"I'm not sick!" Her voice rose, trembling. "I said I'm not sick… leave me alone! Leave me alone!"
Her hands gripped the edge of a nearby cabinet, knuckles white, as her wide eyes darted between the doctors, the guards, and the man closing in on her. The walls seemed to press tighter with every step he took.
Yueyao's chest heaved as her panic spiraled beyond control. The white walls seemed to blur, while the scent of disinfectant stabbing at her senses like sharp knives.
The doctors' faces twisted in her vision, no longer human, but shadowy figures with grasping hands. They felt like ghosts.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed, stumbling back. "Get away from me... don't hurt me again—please!"
Her nails raked against her own arms as she shook violently, her body convulsing with terror.
