The asylum was full of strange delusions, but none more disturbing than yours. You had been admitted months ago for your psychotic disorder, and Ethan, a brand-new psychiatrist, was about to give you your medication.

"Please don't bite me."

Ethan mumbled as he silently thought of some prayers in his mind.

You had a twisted sense of humor, and you couldn't wait to pull a prank on him. You faked being asleep and then startled him by jumping and yelling. He had a weak heart and fainted.