Doc won't say it with the scalpel against his throat. His head is slowly starting to throb with the pain of the blow and now the missing chunk of hair.
"Doesn't matter how we do it but we will do it, both of you. I know what you did." He swallows and feels the dull blade pressing against his throat once more, closer. "I know what you did and you can't stop us..."
Everything is fuzzy. He blinks to try and clear his vision but it's not working. Must be the anaesthetic...he tugs again at the bindings but can't move enough to get a hand free. Paul was good at this apparently...
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you need more treatments you son of a bitch
Doc won't say it with the scalpel against his throat. His head is slowly starting to throb with the pain of the blow and now the missing chunk of hair.
"Doesn't matter how we do it but we will do it, both of you. I know what you did." He swallows and feels the dull blade pressing against his throat once more, closer. "I know what you did and you can't stop us..."
Everything is fuzzy. He blinks to try and clear his vision but it's not working. Must be the anaesthetic...he tugs again at the bindings but can't move enough to get a hand free. Paul was good at this apparently...