“Madame, you’ve had a terrible shock, and I must insist you rest. I could force you to accept this medication, but I would rather have your consent.” He held up the end of an IV.
I glared at him. You’ve done whatever you wanted with me anyway. Why should this time be any different?
The doctor’s mind was transparent. How had Leonard gotten access to the experiment enough to damage her this badly? If he lost this one, would the other two likewise be damaged? Years of work rested in his hands. He trembled as he connected a new tube to the IV in my restrained arm, noting the bruises left by Leonard’s experiment.
You could have used the other arm, I taunted, knowing just how alarmed he was hearing my voice so clearly in his head. I took his startled look as payment for forcing me to accept t
