ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
A hand gently pulled down on my chin, inserting a tongue depressor to check that I swallowed my pills. Nurse Louise hummed her usual work beat, an out of tune version of Walkin' After Midnight.
Suddenly, I bit down. Just for the heck of it.
My teeth sunk into the wooden stick, surprising Louise. She abruptly cut off her hum and stared at me like she forgot she was working in a mental hospital.
"Now open your mouth." Louise muttered under her breath, gently pulling on the stick. I didn't release it. My jaw stayed clamped shut, my teeth grating against the wood as she now pulled it towards her with a good amount of force. She managed to pry open my jaw and with a jerk her hand flung back, the stick clattering to the floor. I leaned back against the wall, dull eyes watching as Louise scrambled to gather her things and hurry out of the room.