The I Inside Page #3

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that your condition was | caused by fumes

from certain cleaning | solutions or varnishes

trapped in an enclosed space

- So now what? | - Well, you'll be fine

We've got you an atropane

We'll reactivate your | cholinesterase

with one of the doximes

The sooner you can eat | something, the better

I've scheduled an MRI

to make sure that | everything is A okay

So, if you'll excuse me

I'm sure you've seen enough | of me to last you a lifetime

I'll check back in | with you in a few...

Anna?

You can drop the pretense now | you smug f***

My God, I knew you were | a good liar

but this performance | is unbelievable!

I don't know what the hell | you're talking about

Then I'd pay | closer attention

Don't think you're going to win | this little game of yours

because I'm a much better | player than you are

This is about her | isn't it?

Do you think | I'm that blind?

Is she really worth this? | All of it?

Who are you talking about?

I'm talking about you

A rich little daddy's boy | in way over his head

This would actually be sad | if you weren't so pathetic

Wait! | You said Peter was dead

Of course he's dead | You killed him

Knock knock, Mr. Cable | it's time for your MRI

What happened?

Ask him | sleep well, honey

You... Hey!

Come on, home boy

I'm gonna take you | on a little trip

This isn't happening

Man, I didn't think | you could get any whiter

but you look like | you've seen a ghost

You have to lie here

So?

What'd make someone | wanna kill a nice

all-American dude | like you?

What?

Who said what? Relax, man | It's just a rumor

Everyone talks about | everything around here

Especially Nurse Clayton | Arms down, please

Nobody was trying | to kill me

It was just chemical | I was using on the stairs

Right, yeah | Fumes must've got to you

Keep your head still

Anyway, my point is this | everybody dies

No mystery there

But why and how | everyone dies?

That is a mystery | we would solve

Probably the biggest | mystery there is

Man, you're not | making any sense

I'm not the one who can't | remember what year it is

Okay

- What's your name? | - Travis

Straps, too tight?

Travis, are you going out of | your way to make me nervous?

Hell no, if I wanted | to scare you

I'd just tell you about | the number of tumors

these machines cause

You hang tight now

I don't wanna be around | when this thing starts leaking

I mean scanning

Dr. Newman will be right along | See you later

Thanks, Travis

Hey! You, in there

F***

Who is it?

Doctor Newman?

I know this sounds ridiculous | but I've got this...

terrible itch on my nose

Who is there?

Hey, I don't suppose | you can unstrap me for...

Hello?

Hello?

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