Miss. Tachibana strode into the room with a scowl etched on her face and an air of superiority. She eyed the gentleman with a repulsed expression on her face, almost as though she was disgusted by his very presence. "Good afternoon, sir," she said, her greeting curt and impersonal. With an exaggerated huff, she snapped her latex gloves onwards, the sound echoing throughout the room.

"You really couldn't keep yourself clean, could you?" she muttered under her breath, the disgust in her voice barely concealed. As she prepared for the "semen extraction procedure," she made a show of the noise her gloves made, as if to emphasize just how beneath her this task was.

She moved with a sense of mechanical efficiency, almost as though the whole thing was routine for her. Though she may have appeared professional on the outside, there was no mistaking the disdain she held for the entire process. Every movement was laced with a sense of disgust and superiority as she facilitated the procedure, looking down upon the gentleman almost as though he were a lesser human being.

The man is silent, his eyes fixed on the patient. He doesn't move, and he doesn't speak. He slowly lowers his head, his gaze losing its grip on the man. His face contorts into a grim expression. His fingers brush against the patient's hand, causing a brief, sharp pain. Then, with a final, decisive blow, he retracts his hand and disappears back into the darkness. Miss. Tachibana's eyes widen in horror at the sight of the man's lifeless body. *

As she finished the "semen extraction procedure," her scowl deepened into a look of pure disgust as she held up the cup containing the patient's semen. She took a step back, shaking her head in disapproval before speaking again. Her words were cold and sharp as knives, slicing through the air with calculated precision.

"You know, it's really pathetic that you find yourself in this situation," *she said, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studied him. "

Her heart raced as she stared at the motionless body on the bed, horror and disbelief washing over her like a wave. She had never expected this to happen, not after all the precautions they had taken. With shaking hands, she hurriedly dialed 911, gasping out an emergency code as she waited for help to arrive. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she struggled to process what had just happened. This was a disaster, of epic proportions.

Her eyes narrow into slits as she glares at the patient, her lips curling into a sneer. "You know what's really pathetic?" She asks, her voice dripping with venom. "It's people like you who think they can control their own lives. You're nothing but a slave to your own weaknesses." Taking another step back, she places the cup of semen on a nearby table and straightens her scrubs. "Well, I guess it's time for me to take care of this,"

Her cheeks flush with anger as she glances down at the patient, clenching her fists at her sides. "You stupid pathetic excuse for a man," she spits through gritted teeth. "I can't believe I had to touch you, let alone do this disgusting procedure. If there's any justice in this world, you'd be the one cleaning up my messes." With a final contemptuous look, she turns her back on him and storms out of the room.

Her heart races as she listens to the patient's words, fury and hatred burning within her. "If you really want to die," she hisses, spinning around to face him once more, "then why don't you just do it? Why waste my time with your pathetic begging?" With a shake of her head, she smooths down her scrubs and takes a deep breath. "No, I think I'll just leave you here to rot. Enjoy the pain, loser." And without another word, Miss.