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I guess I'm blinded with a bag, strapped to a chair. Butt naked with the world spinning in my eyes, although I'm too out of it to know if there even is a world. Or eyes. I can't gather myself. Too... what's the word... Can't regin to bemember whow or hen I was drugged...

”How are we today?” A sickeningly sweet tone woke me up. He was imitating my voice, and I recognised his. I remember him. He used to be my patient, one of the crazy-crazy ones. But I never imagined he'd be dangerous to anyone but himself.

”Hello, Patrick. What are we doing here?”

”Justice stuff,” he replied, ”You ruined my life, you know. Are you aware of that?”

”I'm sad to hear you experience it that way. But this isn't justice, Patrick, we can't kidnap people. Do you understand that's insane?”

"This, doctor, this is sanity. See, I stopped taking those pills you gave me."

"We shouldn't do that, now should we?"

"Cut the 'we'-bullshit and talk to me like an equal human being," Patrick snapped. "You changed my pills. Admit it."

"Patrick, when a person's mind..."

"Shut the fuck up, I was perfectly sane! I had ADHD, and a good medication for that! But when I got YOU as my doctor, and YOU started giving the pills, everything went to shit!"

"Sometimes, coincidences can..."

"I had a tox screen," Patrick said. "Yeah, paid myself sick for that."

Oh.

I see.

I shifted my weight from one buttock to the other, and Patrick knew how to read my silence.

"You know what it felt like?" He sniffled, "That shit you gave me. Made me feel like... tiny balls of glue on my skin. Stuck to my arm hairs, fingers, eyebrows, like I'd been wrapped in old masking tape and covered in its residue. I'd keep pinching it between my fingernails and plucking it out, but there was always more. Always more, everywhere. Pinch, pluck, pinch, pluck, pinch, pluck, everywhere!"

"The side effect you suffered was an extremely rare one, you can't blame me for..."

"What did you do with my real meds?!"

I hesitated, and answered quietly. "I sold them. That stuff really sells, and I honestly thought you'd be fine with another medication. That you wouldn't even notice the switch. But listen, we can split the... actually, you keep the money. It's just fair."

"I don't want your filthy money!"

"Then why are we here!?"

Patrick pulled the bag off my head, my eyes hurt from the sudden burst of fluorescent light. I saw his figure looming over me, reddish brown and crusty all over. His bare muscles twitching where his skin used to be, before he'd ripped it off, pinch by pinch. His eyeballs staring at me with burning fury, perfectly round now that he didn't have eyelids anymore.

"I told you. Justice stuff," he replied as his bare, and I mean bare hand reached over to pinch my cheek. Really hard. 

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