Chapter 38

Chapter 38: There’s More than the Eight

"Come on Dr. Draymond, I'm the worst person to ask about stuff like this."

"Yes, I understand Mr. Barrison, but the reports are concerning your body. Stuff that you swallowed, and/or injected yourself with. Virtually no one can answer these questions better than…" he took of his glasses, showcasing his piercing set of weary blue eyes and delicate wrinkles"...better than you" He completed, with the most inquisitive yet calming demeanor.

Raymond settled himself, for fear that in a fit to say something honest, and push the spotlight off him, he'd offend the doctor that looked like someone in his early fifties. So he took a deep sigh, closed then opened his eyes, trying to calm down, and said in a voice betrayed by exhaustion, "Fine then. What do you want to want to know Doc?"

"Great!" He put back on his glasses, the picked up the set of files he had earlier dropped. "You haven't had a history of drug abuse, have you Mr. Barrison?"

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