Jeane
"Would you like an apple?"
"No thanks." I refused to Tim's offer while shaking my head.
"How about water?"
"I'm not thirsty but thanks anyway." I declined his offer politely for the second time.
"How about Zyprexa, Seroquel or Haldol?" He asked again and this time, I stopped from pacing up and down as if determined to wear out a thin trail on the floor and looked at him with my confused eyes. "I think you need downers to calm you down, you've been pacing back and forth since they left."
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help but to get worried—."
"About my Boss?"
"No, about the lives they will take. Those are innocent people." Tim sat up from lying on the couch inside Lissie's suit and he fishes out the keys from his pocket and he stood up.
"Boss will definitely kill me for this
