“I called Dr. Jameson to check up on what happened to you. He said that your acetylcholine levels were dangerously low, and that this caused your weakness. He injected some into your shoulder. How are you feeling?” she asked, with her son sitting silently in the room’s corner as if afraid to speak.
“What’s this acetylcholine you mentioned? I feel a lot better, honestly. Hey, this might sound crazy, but Tobias is dead, killed in an explosion by his son,” I said with a tiny smile. The devil finally got served his own dish back.
“It’s a neurotransmitter and a neuromodulator in the body; I’m guessing they poisoned you somehow. Dead…?” she said as she started laughing from pure joy. Boy, she laughed for about a solid minute before turning red as a beet.
“They didn’t poison me, not that I k
