"No!" Georgia straightens, trying to force down the panic. It doesn't exactly work, but she can at least fake it. She may not be a liar, but she's good at showing confidence she doesn't feel. She just has to hope her eyes aren't projecting just how terrified she really is. She never learned to control them living her life behind dark glasses.

"Fuck this. No. He's not bothering me." Anger. She can do anger. It's better than fear and panic any day. "And this place is a human rights violation. Do you have any idea how sued your asses will be once my readers hear about this?"

The doctor flips some pages on his clipboard. "Would these be your Wonderland readers or your... zombie blog this time?"

She freezes again. "Excuse me?"

The doctor shakes his head. "You make the same threat every day, Georgia. But you're not a journalist. You're just a very sick woman who needs help."