My world tilted on its axis as his accusation rang in my ears. This was a serious charge. More than serious, it was criminal."Ecstasy," I repeated, my face flushed, not with embarrassment, but with rage. "Why would you think I could do something like that to my own mother?" The thought made me sick. Why would any doctor dose their patient with such a dangerous drug? It was more than just a stimulant, it was a psychotropic drug and could cause severe hallucinations, or in worse cases, death"You tell me," my interviewer, no scratch that, my interrogator, asked with a smug, satisfied grin. "If you know that Ecstasy is a dangerous drug, why would you, a trained physician, use a highly unstable, illegal substance on a patient?"This man, whose name tag said Dr. Stern, condemned me with a tone that was both scolding and disgusted, my guilt already decided in every enunciated syllable of his clipped, curt speech. This was supposed to be a review session, not a trial, and yet somehow I h
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