Doug's fingers run through your hair, your head lying on his lap. The safety of his room keeps you both unusually calm, though your minds run like crazy. That made Doug angry. He knows you, of all people, deserve way better.

"I'll kill him."

He mutters, determined, after you tell him about your therapy session from earlier. The doctor didn't help you at all, only prescribed you more medication.

"You won't be taking those pills."