“And you’re sure there is nothing here that might have set her off?” The doctor tried to control his anger as medics and orderlies worked to remove the girl’s body from the white room. There was a bright red stain on the ground; splotches of color in the pale room.
“Nothing, Doctor,” Nurse Redheart said, a bit anxiously. “All that was in here would have been the tray of food I gave her, like I usually do. Only-” she gasped, clasping one cupped hand around her mouth, wide eyes locked on the pink object lying harmlessly on the soft floor beside the metal tray of uneaten food. The Doctor wordlessly followed the woman’s gaze. At the sight of the object, he grabbed her wrist firmly, shaking her a bit.
“What the hell is that doing here?! Who brought it in here?!”
“I- I don’t know, doc-“
“Dammit! Pick it up!” He threw her wrist down, causing the nurse to fall onto her knees only inches from the figure. “We have a dead body to clean up, now.” And with that, the Doctor turned away from the nurse and led the rest of the personnel outside the room before letting the metal door clang shut. The nurse winced at the loud sound, then slowly picked up the object.
It was a toy; a plastic pink horse with bouncy mane and tail, small balloons painted on its flank, a pleasant smile carved into its face. She smiled sadly at it, a single tear rolling down her cheek. “I hope you’re sleeping safely, now… Pinkamina Diane Pie.”