“What the hell was that?”

“You needed it, trust me.”

“I most certainly did not.”

“You most certainly did.”

He began convulsing again, struggling to remain in the chair. But the drugs were too powerful, and soon he found himself once again stretched out on the smooth tile, writhing in pain and gasping for air.

She crossed the room and gave his motionless body a deft kick in the ribs.

“You most certainly did.”