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Leo reached for a white Styrofoam cup filled with coffee. "I know it's crazy. I saw a bunch of monsters eating a guy from the inside out. I saw them everywhere. Here," he handed a sheet of paper to the doctor. "I tried to draw a picture of them."

Dr. Simms leaned back into her brown leather chair, studying the picture. "Hmmmmm. I don't see any monsters, just scribbles."

"I don't see them either -- now." Leo sipped the coffee. "They were figments of my imagination. My scrambled head, right?" He looked hopeful.

"It's all biochemical, Leo. Your nervous system is temporarily crippled." The doctor handed him back his notebook. "Your body can't process images and emotions properly. Anxiety exacerbates the condition."

"How can I keep it from coming back?"

"Try not to worry. Remember that thousands of volts of electricity ripped through your head and exited from feet. Nobody can go though something like that without a little residual confusion. Once you heal up, you'll return to managing your anxiety in more familiar ways. I'm prescribing a painkiller with an anti-stress component. Take it when you see the visions. We'll talk in a week."

She tossed him a packet of red and white capsules. Then she handed him back his drawing and smiled.

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