Fear Clinic Page #4

or do anything that winds us

back in the joint.

Well, that's a good thing.

Ooh, sexy b*tches

Are my favorite kind of b*tches.

You dumb-ass. I hate that song.

I daisy-chain a couple,

three gennies together,

I can have this thing

up and running by dinnertime.

- Boom.

- I'll be back.

Yes.

Hey. Baby, listen.

They're gonna keep you here

overnight for observation.

Well, they're gonna make you better.

They're gonna fix you.

They're gonna do it

without that Fear Chamber.

No.

You have to get me in there,

no matter what it takes.

- You want to lose me?

- F*** no, I don't want to lose you.

God, I feel like I've already

lost too much of you. I...

All right.

All right, I'm gonna get you in there.

I'd do anything for you.

I like that.

Paige?

Where are we?

What happened to you?

In the chamber, what happened?

You thought you were building a box.

You built a door instead.

Door? What door?

A door for me.

Every time you put someone

in that thing...

it made more cracks,

so I peeked through

the cracks you made...

became a little easier to turn.

I won't let you through again.

Paige Peterson,

female,

age 26,

deceased.

This black substance

seems to induce

hallucinations upon contact, which...

leads me to believe

that it's some kind of...

phobic residue,

a fear waste, if you will.

Why hasn't it manifested itself

before now?

Caylee.

Caylee.

Caylee.

Show me.

Where?

I understand.

If that's what you want.

I am f***ing hungry.

How are you feeling? You hungry?

You know my mom's doing

that whole dinner thing tonight, right?

Yeah. I gotta eat something

before then, though.

We could just go grab something

somewhere close.

- What's up, buddy?

- Hey, hey. What's up, dude?

- I just saw you on the video.

- Oh, yeah? How'd my hair look?

I don't know.

You were wearing a helmet, stupid.

Oh, you're so...

It was so cool, though.

And when are you going

to teach me those awesome flips?

No way. Your sister would f***...

freaking kill me. Can't do that.

Hey, brat, you want a milkshake

over at Eli's?

Are you kidding? It's freezing.

Hey, come on. Don't be a wuss.

It's warm in there.

Come on. What do you say? Milkshake?

- Fine.

- Fine.

- Done deal.

- Done deal.

- Ooh. Come on.

- Let's go.

Sh*t, honey. Sorry about this.

Hate these damn things.

Always chewing up my wires.

Hey.

Know how you catch a unique squirrel?

Unique up on him.

Osborn, please come to the reception area

for patient intake. Osborn.

Mrs. Patton.

I'm Osborn, the head therapist here,

specializing in PTSD.

- So happy you could make it out.

- Of course.

Hi.

I'm Sara.

He hasn't spoken

since the shooting, I'm afraid.

Blake.

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