In the sterile confines of her isolation, Sara's wild eyes darted around the bare room, pupils dilated with paranoia. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she pressed them against her ears, as if trying to block out the imaginary growls of the unseen hound. A phantom scent of vinegar lingered in the air, tormenting her senses.
"I can't shake it off, it's everywhere," she muttered to herself, voice quivering with a disconcerting blend of fear and frustration. The whispery echoes of her words seemed to bounce off the white walls, emphasizing her isolation.
Her movements were erratic within the confined space. Every step carried the weight of an invisible menace, with Sara's shoulders hunched defensively. Demetri observed her through a small observation window, the glass separating them from the unpredictable patient inside.
