"So, you're completely healed? No more episodes, no more hallucinations?" Christine asked.
We were sitting together in the facility's living room. A bottle of wine rested on a steel table between us, and the round cushions we sat on were white as snow, matching the color of the walls and floor.
Christine's face carried a worried look. She hadn't seen me in so long, and she had little to no trust in Theo; of course she was concerned. At first, I couldn't find the words to reignite the bond we once had, but at the very least, we were talking again.
"Yeah. Theo's been taking very good care of me since I got here. I'm on my second dose of Therapyne and, although the treatment is far from permanent, it's still working," I replied, trying hard not to sound too scientific. Theo had exp
