His Doctor Luna
My medical brain tried to piece together what had caused them, thinking back to his frenzied state when I found him.
“Dominic, how did this really happen?”
He was silent.
“Please, you can trust me,” I said soothingly. “When I found you, in the woods, you seemed delirious, crazed. And these cuts are so strange that they can’t be accidental. If you tell me more about your condition, I might be able to offer better medical help.”
The next thing I knew I was pinned against the bathroom wall.
“I do not have a condition, Doctor!” his eyes were dark, his teeth bared. “Let me remind you that you are a contract Luna, and not my personal confessor. Know your place.”