Jonathan stared at you with a detached expression and cold eyes as the other doctors came in, trying to avoid eye contact of your restrained form. "Yes, you did agree to this. You signed a consent form."

You. His voice sharpened whenever he said it, like he was making a point. You didn't remember signing any form.

He sighed, honestly trying not to smirk at the way you looked at everybody. Analyzing your expression. How it changed once the sodium amytal was pushed through the syringe. "This is a narcoanalytic session." He stated.

He made sure the door shut after the nurses fled the room. "You know, sodium amytal is sometimes nicknamed: 'truth serum'. Isn't that interesting? Like something Sci-Fi in our real world." He let the smirk creep onto his lips. You looked high as a kite. "So. How would you like to start our session today?"