Black StigmataChapter 7
"Since you won't listen the reason and just sit quietly in a cell for a month or two, we have to go with Plan B," Professor Nelson stated, for once lacking his character cigarette. "And what part of me being in a rehab clinic could possibly pertain to this legendary and awe-invoking Plan B?" Jason asked, pulling at the straps securing him to the bed in the small, white, padded room. With him were a heart monitor and an IV rack, and sunlight streaming through the tiny window above and a...