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"First, let's go around and share our names."
Ranging from A through M the five member group — excluding the therapist — sounded off. Doctor Gerard Taylor was the last to go, welcoming us with a smile. What a phony. I bet he thinks of us all as fucking lab experiments. There he sits reading our files, wondering who's going to blow their top first.
Absently I itched at my arms. Not listening as the good doctor discussed our topic for today.
"Now Lou, you said you had something you wanted to share?" The doctor addressed a slim elderly man.
Lou fidgeted violently, pulling at his whiskers before nodding. "I've been off my medicine for a week and I ain't seen no Joe. I think he's gone, gone for good."
A smile crept onto the doctor's face and he nodded encouragingly. "That's good, Lou. That's progress."
A sudden cackle from the one next to me disturbed the atmosphere. Devin seized with laughter, causing the other patients to move with unease. My nails dug into my palms and my eyes bored holes into the floor. Devin continued to laugh. A thought flourished, I wondered how the man would sound if he was on fire.
Orderlies suddenly came and removed Devin from the room. With the shrieking laughter gone, the patients settled again, although my hands were still in fists and my mind on the image of Devin alight with flames.