[The Company]

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Fours days've gone by since he stopped taking the meds. On the second day he scraped his finger and watched, disappointed, as it bled sluggishly down the side of his hand; on the third day he tried to make his foot invisible, and only succeeded in straining his eyes (and, somehow, pulling a muscle in his toe).

Today is day five.

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Peter swings his legs over the side of the bed and sits upright, glancing from her to the tray. She didn't stick around the first four times; for a moment he considers just taking today's dose. It's not like going cold turkey's been working well so far.

But --

"You're not gonna give me a little jolt?"

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As she gets closer, he reaches out to pull her down next to him on the cot.

"Like you said." Peter has always been a good liar. "I'm starting to like 'em." He cants his head, eyes on hers. "Starting to like you."