I looked at his face, blood was starting to leak from his nose. "You're bleeding, Mitchell. Did you take anything? Are you on any drugs?"

He dropped to his knees, his hands still on the sides of his head. "I take it, but it doesn't WORK. It hasn't worked for weeks."

"What did you take?"

"Five Percoset." His hand holding the gun fell to his side. "I didn't feel any different, it still hurts."

"Take these off, Mitchell, let me examine you. I can help you, you shouldn't have to feel like this."

He looked at me, seeming to think about it, then his face changed suddenly to blind rage....