Submissive Assassin Book 2 (BxB)

"I'm telling you, he was in my room yesterday!"

Charles searched through their gazes.

"He came to my room right before dinner. A nurse told me I had a visitor, and when I went, he was there and I fainted!" Charles explained, throwing his hands in the air. "And then, I woke up strapped to the bed and had another panic attack, and he kissed me!"

The two therapist looked at one another.

"And when he kissed me, it did calm down my panic episode, but it was still very scary. After that, he released my hands and gave me food, but I couldn't eat it because I was so scared, I couldn't even talk!" Charles shrieked, planting his palm on his forehead. "And after that, he told me he had to leave because he had a meeting, and then he kissed my forehead and when he did that, he put a needle in my shoulder and I fell asleep."

One of them raised an eyebrow.

"You have to do something. I don't care what it is, put bolts on my door if you need to, but I know he'll be back and I'm too scared of that happening."

Charles didn't have anything else to say, his heart rate starting to rise again and he didn't want to have another panic attack triggered, hence he fell into silence.

The two psychiatrist shuffled uneasily, before one of them cleared their throat. "The kiss that you mention, did you feel the sensations on your lips?" Charles rapidly nodded his head. "And you said you couldn't touch that person?"

"I couldn't because my hands were restraint."

Both of them jotted down notes in their notebooks.

"And you said it was the same person that murdered your close friend? He was present in the room with you?" the other one asked slowly.

He vigorously nodded his head.

"And you couldn't touch him?" Charles shook his head. "But you could hear him?" He nodded his head.

They both jotted down notes and looked at each other again, and those looks were agitating him even more that he couldn't stop himself from blaring, "What are you guys not telling me?!"

One of them exhaled a long sigh, finally closing her notebook and leaning forward with her hands on her knees. She sent a grave and thoughtful look towards Charles, her lips thinned into a tight line, before she finally confessed, "Those are visual and auditory hallucinations."

Charles thought he was going to puke.

He felt as though a sudden weight had caused his shoulders to slouch down, and he looked at his quivering fingers. There was no way that it had been an hallucination; Kane had been in the room. He was certain about it because the kiss he felt was something he had never felt before. Although his panic usually made him reach for his hair, this time, Charles' fingers had reached for his his lips, gliding his fingers across the dried flesh—there was no way that sensation wasn't real.

"Although rare, when people start new medication, they can have a wide variety of side effects, including hallucinations."

Charles didn't even look up to meet their gazes. "B-But...I haven't started any new medications."

"We prescribed to you a benzodiazepine called Zolpidem, remember?" The tension in their tone made Charles feel as though he was going to have a heart attack any second. "You have a history of insomnia, and those sleeping pills are effective, very potent, but can have severe side effects."

That was all a side effect of a medication?

That was all hallucinations from a drug?