"Loss of Control"

The nurse rushed in, her eyes scanning the room before landing on Ashley, who was still sitting on the bed, the tile pressed against her skin. The nurse's expression changed from concern to alarm as she took in the scene. "Ashley, no, no, no!" she exclaimed, rushing over to her. But it was too late. Ashley had already moved the tile, and a small trickle of blood appeared on her skin. The nurse quickly called for assistance, her voice firm and urgent. "I need help in here, now!" Two orderlies rushed into the room, their faces stern and professional. They quickly moved to restrain Ashley, who was fighting against them. She struggled and kicked, but they were too strong. They held her down on the bed, her arms and legs pinned beneath their grip. Ashley cried out, her voice hoarse with fear and desperation. "Please, please, mom!" she begged, tears streaming down her face. The nurse tried to talk to her, to calm her down, but Ashley was beyond consolation. One of the orderlies pulled out a syringe, and the nurse nodded. "We're going to sedate her," she explained, her voice firm but gentle. Ashley struggled even harder, but it was no use. The medication took effect quickly, and she began to feel drowsy and disoriented. As the sedative took hold, the orderlies were able to restrain Ashley, wrapping her in a straitjacket. She lay there, helpless and scared, her eyes fixed on the nurse. "Mom...please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The nurse's expression was sympathetic, but firm. "Ashley, I'm here for you," she said. "We're going to get through this together." But Ashley knew that she was losing control, that she was being pulled down a path she didn't want to go. And all she could do was cry out for her mom, over and over, as the darkness closed in around her.