Fear Clinic Page #4

ever since I was a little kid

in my bedroom.

And then when the shooting happened...

the guy followed me,

you know, like me and only me

when he started shooting out the lights.

And, you know, at that moment,

I wasn't even scared of him.

I was scared of the dark.

I was scared of monsters in the dark.

Anyway...

Dr. Andover really helped me.

Until lately.

I'm starting to think maybe it's smart

to be scared of the dark.

S'okay.

S'okay, be...

S'okay.

I se...

I see monsters...

too. I see mons...

Blake.

Sara, Dr. Andover

would like to speak to you.

Hey. I'll be right back.

Blake?

Blake, are you okay?

What's wrong, Blake?

F***!

Take it easy.

Yeah.

Hard. Hard. Hard.

Hurt me. F***ing hurt me. F***!

Harder. Oh, harder.

- Hard...

- Caylee, what the f***... f*** is...

f*** is wrong with you?

F***, can't we just be normal for once?

Get out. Get out!

You're f***ing useless.

- This is f***ing bullshit.

- Get out.

He's moving again. He's talking.

- I know.

- Blake moved.

- His brain activity has tripled.

- Why can't you see that that's amazing?

Because, Sara, what's happening

here to Blake simply isn't possible.

The chamber wasn't designed

to work that way.

The chamber doesn't cure gunshot wounds.

It simply opens a door

into a portion of the brain that most people

keep locked away. That's it.

Then why did you tell his mother that

you thought he was going to be helped?

Yes, I thought perhaps we could

improve his... his function a fraction

using sensory techniques.

But this? Oh, no.

- This is impossible. This is dangerous.

- Or it's a miracle.

Or and if it's not a miracle,

it's a really f***ing great side effect.

I honestly don't understand

why you're not calling medical journals

and telling them that it works again.

Because I invented the goddamn thing.

I know what it's capable of.

Look, maybe this will make sense.

Blakey? Blakey?

Blakey! Baby, are you okay?

Oh, baby. What? What?

What do you see? What?

What, honey? What's the matter?

You're okay. You're okay.

You're with Mommy.

Mommy's here. Mommy's here.

Mommy's here.

This is the amygdala.

It's the part of the brain where the emotion

of fear is generated from.

And until today... until today,

Blake's entire frontal lobe

was severely damaged by that bullet...

utterly, totally unresponsive.

I think this is about the chamber.

I think it's doing something

to all of you.

I think it's doing it for a reason.

Sara. Sara, don't look at me like that.

Listen, I know this sounds crazy,

especially coming

from a man of science, but...

I'm truly afraid that there could be

a malevolent entity at work here.

You can't quit.

It's not an option.

Besides, what reason would a malevolent

force have for making Blake smarter?

...what reason would a malevolent force

have for making Blake smarter?

So that he can be made

to feel fear again.

How bad is it?

It's not that bad.

I need you to take a deep breath.

All right, Megan?

- I'm going to have to cut this. Okay?

- Okay.

Okay, just take a deep breath, okay?

Relax. Breathe. Breathe.

You're gonna feel some pressure now.

All right? I have to squeeze it.

- Oh, God. It hurts.

- I know, sweetie. Just take a deep breath.

Please stay still, Megan, okay?

Calm down, sweetie.

- It itches. It...

- I know, sweetie.

- It's like there's something inside.

- I know. Just breathe. Just breathe.

Stay still so I can clean this, okay?

Okay, sweetie.

- Oh, Christ. It hurts. It...

- Take a deep breath.

It feels like there's something

crawling in there.

Is there something in there?

Oh, what the hell is that?

What is that?

Hey.

You mind if I come in?

Sure.

I didn't know you had tattoos.

- Did that hurt?

- I don't know.

Do you remember anything?

What do you remember...

about that night, Blake?

Sara.

I get flashes

in the chamber.

It's... it's not like you guys.

I don't...

When does your mom come to get you?

I don't know.

I don't care.

She seems a little overprotective.

Yeah.

That's one way to put it.

- She cares, though.

- Can we please just not talk about her?

S... I'm sorry.

You know what would

have been really nice?

Just if we could have

known each other before

any of this... sh*t happened.

I would have liked that.

Corner lamp,

patient room 2A.

- F***!

- It's me, f***-nut.

Jesus Christ, Bauer. What are you doing?

Where'd you get that creepy-ass thing?

It's cool, right?

I found it in the basement.

No, it's goddamn weird.

Gives me the heebie-jeebies.

All right, all right.

Put your f***ing vagina away.

F*** you! You scared

the sh*t out of me, boy!

Goddamn jokester motherf***er.

Aw, horseshit.

Don't know how to do your job, old man?

I do my job the same way I do

your mama, eight hours a day.

Might have to switch me up

some circuits in here.

Goddamn it.

We're gonna need to be ready

for emergency lighting anyway.

That storm's coming up strong.

What the f***?

I'm glad you and...

you and Sara are getting along.

So... how are you feeling?

Good. Thank you.

Now, Blake,

during your session in the chamber,

did you see anything strange?

Hear a voice other than mine

trying to speak to you?

May I?

The mask from the diner.

Is that what you saw?

I understand how traumatic

that could be for you to remember, Blake.

It's scary.

Blake.

It's... it's a scary mask.

Blake... it's just a mask.

All of us wear masks every day.

We hide behind social masks.

We need to wear them.

We couldn't survive without them.

What frightens you isn't this mask.

What scares you is what it represents.

Blake, I need to ask you something

that may make you feel uncomfortable,

might upset you.

Go ahead.

I need to know exactly

where you were sitting in that diner.

I don't know.

All right. What were you wearing?

You remember that?

- Talk to me. What did you have to eat?

- I don't know.

French fries? How did you get there, Blake?

Who did you come with?

All right. What was your meal that day?

What were you wearing?

- I don't know.

- Blake, you can do this.

- Talk to me, Blake!

- You look at me,

and you don't know anything.

Doc. You gotta come with me.

- Were you even there that day?

- Doc.

The basement. It's the bug chick.

It appears Blake's

developed necrophobia.

I think it's a good idea for me

to go prep her room,

prepare for a worst-case scenario.

I'm not even sure I know what

a worst-case scenario is around here.

I know, but I don't know

what else to do.

She will claw herself apart.

At least in here,

we have a chance to reach her.

You can reach her.

Or something else may reach her.

Sweetheart, I'm gonna need you

to close your eyes.

Megan. Megan.

Megan.

Megan.

No!

A masked gunman has opened fire

inside a popular restaurant tonight,

killing six people,

including a seven-year-old boy.

Police are still looking for the suspect,

who is said to be wearing a mask

and is heavily armed.

Get the hell on,

you annoying son of a b*tch.

Hey, you know

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