Tucker Cummings

Chapter 286: Delayed Onset Stockholm Syndrome

In Uncategorized on October 13, 2011 at 10:27 am

The pills aren’t helping.

I can’t stop thinking about the nurses, the doctors. Nola. Pierce. All the rest. They took me in when I was sick. And I got better. Maybe they were just trying to help. Maybe I was wrong to leave, wrong to distrust them.

My limbs don’t phase in and out of existence anymore. Towards the end, I was feeling strong. I was feeling powerful. Their treatment was working.

No. No, this isn’t how I think. Something must be wrong with me.

I scramble out into the corridor and call out for the only person I trust.

“Ripley!”

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