His advantage

The chair swerved to the side, a grunt emanating from Dawson's lips as he stood up, slamming the chair against the wall.

“ What do you mean?’’ his voice rose in octaves as he demanded to know. Eyes boring into the man's head who kept trembling.

“ The doctor is here, he said he isn't sure that he can do it, that he wouldn't attest to the fact that….” Dawson was out before the rest of the words could drop, his steps as fast as lightning as he motioned toward the door.

The red one that held all the machines that he had gotten at the last minute. “ What did you say, Doctor Simeon?” Dawson held the iron swaying it in the air as he listened.

Dr. Simeon, seeing him, moved back, his breath almost gasping when Dawson held his neck, pulling him along with him.

His hands pushed the door open, the people strapped to the chair came to vision. “ Mr. Dawson” Doctor Simeon couldn't help but gasp.

“ How…how…” his words came out in stutters as he tried to find the right word.

Strapped to the c