A Thing

"What in the bloomin' onions are you goin' on about?!?" You shout in confusion. Your voice is different now, and you look up to see an oddly shark-faced doctor sitting in a chair in front of you.
"Calm down there now, please," he says with a concerned look on his face, "we can get you through this."

You are in a small, wooden room, with mildly ornate decorations and numerous psychology and medicinal books lining the shelves.

"It's time for you to take your pills now. Come on."