What I am Thinking About Right Now

[brainofck]

He was confident that the NID had found the room when Dr. Fraiser handed him the pamphlet titled: "The Choking Game: The Deadly Trend Killing Our Teenagers."


"Sir, I'm your doctor. You know you can talk to me about anything," she said earnestly.

He didn't know what was creepier after that. The fact that she checked his neck for ligature marks as frequently as she shined that damned pen light in his eyes, or her suggestive assurance, after one too many mint juleps at the Fourth of July cookout, that, "If you ever needed any help…with anything…doctors have very strong hands."


Though he supposed he shouldn't be surprised that the medical staff might want to strangle him.