Chloe jerked awake. “I killed someone. I killed someone.” She looked around, realizing she was lying on a comfy couch.
Chloe shot upright, staring at her hands and mumbling, “I killed someone. I killed someone.”
The memory of killing Linda kept bombarding her mind, making her thoughts race and her breathing quicken.
A cup of warm milk appeared in front of her, and a soothing voice followed. “You didn’t kill anyone. You just had a hallucination because of your condition.”
Chloe held her face, sighing in relief. “I thought I’d really killed her.”
She took a moment to calm down, then accepted the milk from the man. “Dr. Winston, how did I get here?”
Winston replied, “You called me before your episode, and I tracked your location. When I found you, your car was parked by the roadside, and you were semi-conscious.”
Chloe couldn’t remember any of it.
After a pause, she said, “I’m out of meds. Could you prescribe me some more?”
“Of course,” Winston said. “Your condition has been stable for a long time. What triggered this episode? Was it the diary?”
When Winston found Chloe, she had been clutching a diary tightly.
He offered the diary to her. “Don’t worry, I haven’t read it.”
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