The doctor's writing something down - cross-checking his current prescription with prescriptions they've already tried, and he's not going to do anything other than lie there, and flinch when the man speaks, again. He's clearer than most, and he isn't going away. He won't go away.
The doctor starts to say something, but it doesn't breach the fog that's clouded his brain. Her words don't cut with the same precision that Jay's do. He isn't going away. It almost feels like he's getting clearer.
"It might take a few more tries," the doctor's saying, "but eventually, we'll get it right. I'm going to put in the order for your new prescription, and we'll see how this one goes. Okay?"
She phrases it like a question, but he knows it's anything but. He doesn't have any choice but to nod, a fractional, miserable jerk of his chin, and the doctor looks, briefly, satisfied.
"You did really well today, Timothy," she says. "Just wait right there, all right?"
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The doctor starts to say something, but it doesn't breach the fog that's clouded his brain. Her words don't cut with the same precision that Jay's do. He isn't going away. It almost feels like he's getting clearer.
"It might take a few more tries," the doctor's saying, "but eventually, we'll get it right. I'm going to put in the order for your new prescription, and we'll see how this one goes. Okay?"
She phrases it like a question, but he knows it's anything but. He doesn't have any choice but to nod, a fractional, miserable jerk of his chin, and the doctor looks, briefly, satisfied.
"You did really well today, Timothy," she says. "Just wait right there, all right?"
Where else is he going to go?