“How are you adjusting?”
She refuses to answer until he stops writing.
He repeats the question.
He looks up. “Miranda?”
Victory! “No negative side-effects, but I don’t think it’s working.” Clarke inches forward in her mind. She shoves him back. Not now.
The doctor scribbles. Clarke thinks he looks soft and breakable. Miranda bites the inside of their cheek.
“We’ll up your dosage. These things take time.”
Clarke wants to hurt him. Miranda’s control is slipping. “I feel sick. I want to lie down.”
Dr. Smith says, “What do you mean?” into his legal pad.
He dismisses her early.