"Alright," I nodded, my voice firm but lighthearted, like I was agreeing to some everyday n
instead of a pact of trust.
I believe in you.
"Let''s head back home," I murmured, trying to make my tone sound casual and hopeful.
Colin''s fingers were trembling - a telltale sign he was nearing his limit. As we stepped outside, right
on cue, Dexter and the people from the mental health sanatorium arrived.
Talk about perfect timing.
"He escaped. I figured he''de to you," Dexter said, his brow furrowed in concern, his voice deep
and his gaze on Colin icy.
"Carl''s dropped the charges, and the paperwork''s almost through. I''m taking him back home. We
don''t need any hospital treatment!" My grip on Colin''s hand tightened, silently vowing to myself.
I''m not letting anyone take him away again.
"Sorry, we have our protocols at the clinic," Damian interjected, strolling in with an air of
nonchnce, as though he''d let a pet slip away on purpose, only to reel it back in at his leisure.
He gave Colin a meaningful look and smiled. "Colin, it''s time to return. Have you forgotten our
conversation?"
Instinctively, I nced back at Colin. "Don''t listen to him, don''t even look..."
I had this nagging feeling Damian was hypnotizing Colin.
Colin''s grip faltered, his hand slowly unsping from mine.
My heart raced, panic-stricken, I shook my head furiously at Colin.
"Damian, you bastard, what have you done to him!" In a frenzy, I lunged at Damian, only to be
yanked back by the cor of my shirt.
I turned, shocked and scared, to face Colin. He pulled me into his embrace, holding on stubbornly.
It seemed like he was about to copse, yet protecting me was his primal instinct.
Tears stung my eyes as I faced Damian again. "You''re insane..."
Damian frowned, apparently taken aback himself. He whispered to his colleague, "What dosage?"
"We increased the meds..." the doctor replied anxiously.
Damian checked the time.
"Heh..." A coldugh escaped his lips. "Once gamma-hydroxybutyrate enters the system, the
chemicals induce prization in neurons, altering the electrical charges inside the cell membrane..."
My breath trembled as I watched him warily.
"It leads to ion channel blockage, slowing downmunication between the brain and central
nervous system... In a matter of minutes, a normal person would be like someone intoxicated - brain
activity decreases, bodily sensations suppressed..."
I clenched my fists, my eyes red as I turned back to Colin. He was unsteady on his feet, leaning on
me for support, yet fiercely protective, his eyes bloodshot.
"As his blood sugar rises, his breathing will slow, deepen, his heartbeat beginning to decelerate..."
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Damian calmly narrated the expected effects on Colin.
"But him, after being medicated at the sanatorium and escaping... finding you... that''s twenty-three
minutes."
Damian was shocked by Colin''s control over his body and his intense mental focus.
For Damian, this was a terrifying phenomenon because no ordinary human can withstand chemical
substances.
Injected with a high dose, a person enters a dizzying state, slowly losing intellect and memory, like a
senseless infant. Completely at the mercy of others...
And during Colin''s time at the sanatorium, Damian had done more than just medicate him. There
were psychological interventions, mental disruptions, and hypnotherapy.
"I''m curious to see how long he canst," Damian said, a sudden interest sparking in him as he
waved off his colleagues from seizing Colin. He shed me a grin, ncing at his watch. "Colin,
come here."
His voice was like the ring of Pavlov''s bell in an experiment, designed topel someone losing
consciousness to obey.
I knew Damian was taunting me.
He wanted me to realize that human emotions could never triumph over chemical substances.