The Pill Ch. 3
Frog The glare of bright lights woke Heather. Strapped down to a board, she cried out in fear. The last thing she remembered was being at a bar and picking up a man when her mind went blank. Maybe there was something in her drink, she had a headache to prove that, but as the bright lights rushed by her vision, Heather became fearful. About a week ago, a man named X had approached her. He gave her a story about being a scientist and was looking for people to help him with an experiment. His pitch for her joining the trial had been perfect. Heather had been in her early forties before taking the shimmering blue pill. Always a looker, now the wrinkles of a non-stop party lifestyle had taken a toll on her …