In the silent clinic, only the sound of rapid breathing could be heard. The pale light shone down, piercing into the pair of eyes that were constantly dilating and contracting.
The person strapped in the chair mumbled indistinctly, struggling with all their might.
The nailed-down chair creaked, echoing in the air that reeked of disinfectant, while the sound of pen against paper was unending.
"Relax, don't be nervous, open your mouth."
The doctor lifted the tongue depressor, tossed it into the trash can, and turned to the assistant: "Male, adult, healthy, A grade, label it with a yellow tag. Next."
The assistant kept their head down while recording, and behind the chair, another person lifted their hand, skillfully pressing the injection gun to the 'patient's' neck and pulling the trigger.
Immediately, the struggling person went silent.
Then, amidst shrill screams, another person was dragged in and tied to the chair.
"Female, old, weak and short-lived, C... white tag, next."
