Page 4 of A Taste Of Truth

“Don’t lie to me. I’ve been looking at your blood for twelve hours.”

The realisation that of course he would have been makes me close my eyes again, part feeling as if I’m being scolded like a child. That just about tops off any amount of calm I’m trying for. Unfortunately, I still can’t do a damn thing with my limbs.

“What have you given me?” snarls out.

“Something to keep you still until I can trust you again.”

“Trust me?”

“Yes. You’re behaving like you’re insane. And you know I know all about that.” He leans his head on his hands, eyes scouring my face. “If you were back at my place I’d have you in a padded cell. Fortunately for you, you don’t have one of those here. Not a serious one, anyway.”

“I’m not staying like this.”

“Then talk.”

“No.”

“Fine. Stay where you are. I’ve got all the time in the world.”

He stands and takes his clipboard with him, nothing but his back on show. “I want my Alice.”

“Why?”

The question makes my mouth stop moving. I don’t know why.

I look at the ceiling again, trying to ignore the light that keeps pissing down into my face. In fact, I don’t seem to know much about anything at the moment. Everything’s a confused jumble of thoughts, all of them laced with sporadically placed things of consequence. Alice seems to be one of those things. My wife, when I heard her name earlier, wasn’t.

“You tried to kill yourself in front of her. Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do. People have reasons for it.”

“Chemistry and now you’re a psychologist?”

“Hardly. But I can get one here if it’ll help.”

“And you’ll explain the pills how?”

“Not relevant.”

“I need to piss.”

“Go then. I stuck the catheter in myself.”

I’d really like to check that out, unfortunately, I still can’t fucking move. “Let me the fuck up!” shouts out of me.

My head immediately roars with the sound, all kinds of aches drilling down into the pit of it. A groan almost growls out of me, fists trying to clench and legs attempting to move again.

“Will you talk to her?” he asks.

I stop my feeble attempt, eyes aiming straight at his back again. “What?”

He turns to look at me, his ass resting on the side table. “If I get her, will you try explaining it to her?”

“No.” He starts turning his back on me again. “Maybe. But I’m not a fucking child, Gray. You can’t keep me like this forever.”

“I can. You know I can. Try me on it.”