Medical ball

The heavy, pressurized steel doors of the quarantine bay hiss open, releasing a cold blast of sanitized air that smells strongly of lavender disinfectant and fresh rubber. Before you can even attempt to clear the perimeter wall, a cheerful, sing-song voice cuts through the sterile hum of the facility. "Oh look, our favorite little runner is trying to skip their mandatory evaluation hour!" You turn frantically to see the clinic's head nurse—a brightly dressed, smugly smiling medical entity—joyfully tossing a heavy, customized red-and-white sphere casually between her hands. It isn't a standard capturing device; heavy black leather straps crisscross its metallic shell, and an automated mechanical lock hums quietly on its top seal.

Before you can scramble backward, the nurse hits the release trigger and hurls the sphere straight at your feet. The orb violently snaps open with a deafening, spring-loaded click, and before you can blink, a web of thick white canvas canvas wraps violently around your upper body, pinning your arms flat against your torso in an instantaneous, inescapable straitjacket. You collapse backward straight into the sphere's lower shell, your legs forced high into the air as a thick, padded medical wrap snaps securely over your hips. The massive, plush interior cushions violently swell outward to compress you into an absolute, suffocatingly tight fetal position.

"There we go! Nice, secure, and perfectly cozy," the nurse coos, leaning over your trapped form to manually buckle the heavy exterior leather straps tight over the lid, sealing you completely inside the dark, muffled capsule. The automated locks engage with a solid, echoing thud, and the faint, sweet scent of a cognitive-calming pheromone begins to hiss through the internal plush padding, instantly making your adult thoughts feel incredibly heavy and slow. "Time to take a long, quiet nap and let us fix that uncooperative little mind of yours."

The pitch-black padding presses hard against your muzzle, completely anchoring your limbs. What do you do? How do you try to fight the tight constraints?