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“I’m warning you, stay away!” the patient says. “I’m not sick, and you have no right to keep me here. I’m going to find that b***h and I’m going to kill her.” He briefly removes the knife from Andrea’s neck and slices it through the air to demonstrate. Andrea tries to squirm away but his grip is too tight. Within seconds the cold blade is back on her throat. “Please, sir, put the knife down,” a doctor says, wiping a sheen of sweat from his forehead. “We can talk about this.” “You won’t fool me like that,” the patient says. Andrea can feel his breath on her neck—it smells sour and unhealthy. Her stomach turns and she tries to swallow, but the knife is pressed too tightly to her throat. “I want you to bring her here,” the patient says. “I want you to bring my cheating b***h of an ex-wif