Dash rolled her eyes. "Chance, your bedside manner needs to be improved upon."
Ben interrupted. "Can you just knock me out? Or inject me with ketamine? I had a wonderful lucid dream the one time they gave me ketamine."
Dash placed her hand on his forehead as if to check him for fever, though it was unnecessary. "I am so sorry. You already have such a stew of chemicals in your bloodstream, we cannot take the chance of interfering with the progress of the therapy."
Chance added, "Or the chance of killing you in some unanticipated way we aren't prepared for. That could actually leave you dead."
Dash reached into a drawer. “Having said that, I do have something to help you. Quite primitive, from my days as a surgeon in remote areas of Bali, but still somewhat effective.” She pulled out a l
