Will shouted at the intercom. And tried not to imagine a phalanx of hidden cameras staring back. For reasons unknown, he also saw infrared lasers. “I know the code word.” Lame. He was trying to prove he was worthy of entry just because he could say flower, the word that acted like an unlimited calling card for the mental hospital. Galen once told him everything you said on a locked ward made you sound insane. Did that apply to visitors, too? The door buzzed open. Ten feet ahead of him—another set of doors. His chest tightened, and his right hand began to tremble like he had the DTs—delirium tremens aka withdrawal shakes. Research, novel eight. He would never survive confinement, never function as a shut-in. Every ounce of control you had was ripped away the moment someone put you in a room and turned the key in the lock. How could you breathe if you couldn’t see the sky? How could you breathe if you couldn’t feel sunlight on your skin?
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