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    “Whitaker, you need to sit down. You have a concussion.” The voice next to him tries to tell him, and it's almost familiar this time.

    “Yeah I realized that, I am a fuckin' doctor. Student doctor. Whatever.” he replies, turning to squint at the man sitting next to him. “Look, can you just get Dr. Robby? He’ll tell you I'm fine, I gotta get back to work, I got… patients and shit.”

    The man looks at someone behind him, some expression he can’t quite figure out. He starts to say something else, and—oh shit he’s gonna throw up fuck—he tries to lean away and not vomit all over anyone else. He doesn't quite make it.

    “Shit,” yeah, he definitely ruined that guy’s shoes. Whoops. “Sorry.”

    prosopagnosia
    1. A form of visual agnosia characterized by difficulty with face recognition despite intact low-level visual processing.

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    Today is going to be a good day.

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    “Now Randy,” he says, low and careful and right against his mouth, “you’ve gotta remember that when I tell you to do things, it’s for your own good. Right?”

    Randy’s having a hard time keeping his eyes focused on just the cigarette or just on Benson — both are so close that his eyes keep making them blurry.

    “Uh— Uh-huh.”

    “So when I tell you you’re gonna smoke,” he continues, “that means you’re gonna do what?”

    Randy’s stomach drops. He doesn’t understand — doesn’t understand how Benson making him smoke is for his own good. He knows it’s not. He wants to ask, but knows Benson will just punch him for it instead, so he doesn’t. He feels his teeth clench together; Benson’s fingers flex along his jaw, feeling the muscle twitch.

    “Randy.”

    He relents. He feels like putty, all his nerves spooling and tangling and getting crossed to make him numb.

    “I’m gonna…” Randy swallows, feeling breathless. “I’m gonna smoke.”

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    Randy would let Benson do it. He would beg for it if Benson told him to- Beg Benson to shoot him. Fuck. He would beg him for a bullet, if Benson wanted him to.

     

    Randy gets off with Benson's gun in his mouth.

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    In your dreams, Benson holds a shotgun in one hand and the stretched-out collar of your shirt in his other, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and you deliriously think that Benson’s holding on to all of his favorite things in the precarious desolation of reality.

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