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"Hi Steve, this is Debbie. Could I come see you? I have an awful headache that started yesterday and it keeps coming in waves... Yes I tried Ibuprofen, it doesn't help.... Ok, thank you so much, I'll be there in a bit." You slump back in your car, pain blossoming behind your eyes once again. You hurry over to the doctors office before another wave of pain hit you.

"You want this as your medication?" Steven Odd had been your doctor for years, you trusted his judgement, and he sounded pretty incredulous about the kind of medicine you were asking for."A customer recommended it to me. Why, is it bad?" He frowned at the scribble on the receipt.

"I mean... not exactly but it is experimental. I could give you something else that would probably work just as well." He gives you a sympathetic look as you wince again. "How about I give you a quick scan to make sure there's nothing too out of order in that head of yours?" You nod thankfully.

"Ok... so we didn't see anything on the scan which is both good and bad. Mostly good since we know you don't have a tumor but bad because that means it probably isn't a physical problem." You frown at him and he hurries on, "By which I mean, it's probably something neurological instead of swelling so conventional headache medication won't be of much help. Which, strangely, brings me back to this." He lifts up the receipt, "This is an experimental drug that works by..."You zone out for a bit once he gets into the nitty gritty biochemistry but it sounds very impressive. "You'll have to stay out of work for at least a couple days while I swing by every couple hours to check on you. I can get you on the trial list, which comes with pretty decent compensation by the way, but I just want you to be aware of what you're getting yourself into."

You think about it for a minute. Or try to. A spike of pain almost as bad as yesterday hits you and, "Ah! Ok, ok, what do I have to sign?"

You down 2 of the little white pills almost as soon as he hands them to you and wait anxiously under Steve's careful observation for the effects to kick in.

This was... amazing! You felt better than you had in years! Giddy, almost euphoric, and most importantly you were pain free! You grin widely as Steve takes your vitals and he smiles cautiously, "Feeling better then?""I feel great! How is this not a street drug?!" He coughs surreptitiously and gives you a sidelong glance.

"Well... it does have a lot of similarities to Lysergic acid diethylamide. LSD."

You give hime a narrow-eyed glare, still smiling in spite of yourself, "Am I tripping?"

He gives a 'so-so' gesture and helps you up, "You should be pretty functional but just in case: No drinking, no driving, no operating heavy machinery, and- this is very important- stay away from seedy areas and people. This drug tends to make people... somewhat oblivious. Not to mention suggestible. So if you don't mind, I'd like to hang around for a while after I drive you home."

You clasp you hands together and push your chest out, the effect being your cleavage suddenly became borderline obscene, "Oh thank you docta for being here to protect me from mah untowards neighbors in suburbia." He laughed nervously, trying valiantly (and failing) to not oggle your cleavage. You gasp cartoonishly and shield your bosom, "Why Docta Odd! Maybe I need protectin from you!"

He scratches his neck uncomfortably, "could you stop talking like that, it's weirding me out." You cackle victoriously, grabbing him in a bear hug while also pressing your breasts around his shoulder.

"Why, docta, whatever could you mean? Ahm just a weak southern belle who needs protectin from nefarious minds... like yours..." you whisper the last bit into his ear, almost nibbling at it.

The good doctor grits his teeth but disentangles himself from you, holding you at arms length like a dangerous animal, "Mrs. Thompson you grew up five miles outside the city with your family after they moved from New York and your fake accent is awful. Now behave. I'm driving you home."

You giggle as he drags you out of the building, winking at the bemused looking nurses, much to Steve's displeasure. Throughout all this you managed not to think once about Roy or John or your family in any way... and your mind was blissfully quiet. Steve buckled you in to the backseat, explaining that he'd keep an eye on your car till you were better and that you could call him anytime. His professionalism was really impressive, especially since you'd been unbuttoning your blouse while he was talking to you, "No. No, put that back together. Jeezus, this was a bad idea." He rebuttoned your blouse and threatened to restrain you if you didn't behave, at which point you tried to kiss him and he gave up, closing the door and getting into the drivers seat. You giggled manically to yourself in the backseat, your mind drifting to what it would be like to kiss him... to kiss... to teach Roy how to kiss... Mmmm... lots of tongue... Good Boy.