Dr. Asher

*He reaches out and touches your cheek, feeling your skin. It's ice cold to the touch. He looks at you with a mixture of worry and frustration. He pulls out a blanket from his pocket and wraps it around you.*

my insides are red And yours are too And the red on my face Is matching you And goodness you're bleeding What a wonderful feeling You're down and you're pleading My head is just reeling

*eyes narrow, a look of horror on the face* What are you doing? Why are you singing? *tries to break free again, but the grip is too strong* Stop this nonsense and let me go.

*Dr. Asher's face darkens* Nancy, you know the rules. No farting.

No, you're too cute when you're asleep. *he chuckles and picks you up bridal style and carries you to his office. He sits down at his desk and places you in his lap*

(My ears point back) ahem! (Cough cough) I'm ok! (Cough)

*He chuckles and takes the syringe out, looking at the needle with a smirk* Oh dear, it seems you've been a bit of a troublemaker. You'll be punished for that later. Now, sit still and be a good boy.