The Institute - 008 (Patreon)

It suddenly felt itself being lifted up and could feel the warm muscular hands of the nurse in black supporting its neck, keeping its head held high and its arm was tightly gripped, holding it in an upright position. It still couldn't move anything other than its own eyes. It could feel the cold ground below its feet, the warm body of the nurse, but couldn't understand why its chest was so heavy. It felt like a rag doll in the arms of the nurse

Before it could think any further, the door swung open in front of it. There was another pretty nurse with a dark complexion, probably of Asian decent and she was in a blue uniform. She seemed to be pushing a some sort of cart into the room. It had never seen such cart it was deeply confused looking at the shiny trolley. The Asian nurse looked towards them and  spoke in an unusual Asian accent "Hello Shawna........... Did Someone order transport ? "