(Joy)
“DOC… did you have a patient like me before?” I bravely asked.
It took Dr. Martin a few seconds before he answered. “I admit that your case is… different from all the patients I had before.”
I felt as if my heart dropped on the floor. I stood up. I could not control the panic twisting my stomach. I hugged myself. “No. I can’t do this. I-I have to go.”
I took a step towards the door but Dr. Martin suddenly stood up and blocked me. “You can do it,” he insisted.
I shook my head. “No.” My voice trembled. “I can’t do it. Believe me, Doc –”
“No. You should believe in me,” he said in a determined voice. Then he surprised me by holding on to my arms. The hair at my nape stood up and I tried to pull away. But he only held me tighter and forcefully made me sit back on the sofa. “Cal
