[One Week Earlier]
“What?!!”
Holden stood from his chair, knocking over the small table he had been using to make notes.
“What do you mean she’s gone!” he shouted into the phone.
The man on the other end of the line hesitated to answer.
“Well… she finished her treatment; her brain waves had evened out. So we moved her back into a proper room… but then she woke up.”
“This isn’t the first time you have treated Alice….” Holden growled. “Why wasn’t she properly sedated!”
“I… I think she has developed a tolerance!” the man shouted back. “I haven’t worked with her in a long time. I didn’t realize how often the treatments had been being given... doing it so much isn’t just a risk of her brain fracturing. There are also the normal effects of using the same drug repeatedly!”
Holden growled into the phone.
“I’m sorry, sir….”
Holden sighed, rubbing the side of his temple with his thumb.
