"Thatwas good, but excuse me, I've got to pee."I walked past him quickly, continued down the hall and into thebathroom. Once inside I locked the door and turned on the faucet.Shaking with fury, I went to my knees over the toilet, and stuck twofingers in my mouth as far back as I could and threw up everything: thedinner, the dessert, the wine, and the drug.Some of it was already inside me making me a tad hazy by the time Imade it back. Leonard was waiting, naturally, observing my approach. Hetalked for a while. I said a few things, and let the drug be my guide,accentuating its effects, fading out like the zombie the drug wanted meto be when I judged the time was right."Charlene, the council wants to meet you in session. I know you want tomeet them. You've been hoping to meet them." Yes. They want to meet me and I want to meet them," I said dreamily."Come with me." He took my hand and led me away to the councilchambers, and ushered me inside. All five of the Council was behind theheavy. .. and just then there came a dull thump followed by a groan from behind me. My eyes snapped open again as the man's left hand scraped an agonising furrow across the flesh of my right breast leaving four bleeding lines several inches long. As the guard slumped to the floor, Mr Foster's voice called out, "Don't just lay there, my dear. I didn't hit him that hard - it's up to you now."I stood up and turned around just in time to see my patient lowering the metal bed pan that he'd used to clock the guard over head back onto the bedside cabinet where he'd got it from. Shaking my own head to clear it, I looked down at myself and there was the hypodermic sticking out of me like a miniature arrow. Luckily for us, the guard hadn't managed to depress the plunger. On the ground. the man groaned and stirred a little. Moving swiftly, I pulled the syringe out of myself and, with little concern for the man's well-being, rammed it viciously into his flesh before viscously forcing the drug into him..
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