The first one who was led in was the boy named Billy -- or Goku, as he thought of himself -- and the nurse watched in slight horror as the child was dragged over and placed in a chair, clutching onto a box of tissues. He was heavily sedated and quiet, and she didn't know if she had the heart to put him through something like this when he was in such a state.

But the nurse who'd escorted him in gave her a look that made it clear that they had no other choice; the two of them were left alone for only a second or two before Miyuki then showed herself. She was not as fast to come take a seat, but it was clear that the gas had also gotten her, if not the sedatives.

"Ahh, Miss Miyuki," the nurse eventually spoke up. "I'm sorry that we're being forced to do this at a time like this, but please feel free to take a seat. We'll try to take this nice and slow."

She then looked to Billy, holding back a sigh at the very sight of the boy. He seemed miserable -- honestly, a child being treated in such a way didn't sit well with her. She was going to glare at the soldiers extra hard the next time she saw them. "I apologize for what they put you through. I obviously had no part in that decision, but still... it's terrible."