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Chapter 98

Gus must have spoken to Dr. Mustache about how my pain meds had made me completely high out of my mind, for, as I was to find later, he had only given me a half dose the second time around. Apparently, my mind wasn't just sensitive to aphrodisiacs, but drugs in general--at least the ones of this world. Which, I guess, makes sense. It's not my world. Why would I have any degree of tolerance for them?

Which, I also found out later, was why the poison that had been washed into my nightgown had also affected me so horrendously. Apparently, most people would have only gotten an irritating rash that could cause a few blisters in the more friction prone areas. But my entire body had been covered with them, and the skin had hardened like plastic and split open.