Gary smiled, then looked at his husband. "It'll be fine." He solemnly said. The chemical mixture that rested in the beaker he was holding was an intimidating yellowish-black.
"You know I refuse to test on the patients, they've been through enough." He sighed.
"It has to be done."
He downed the liquid, he gagged and the beaker fell from his hand. An intense feeling of nausea overcame him.
"I believe-" he gagged, before finishing the sentence. "I believe you should go home now, dear." He forced a smile.
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Gary's Tragedy
General FictionA young doctor/scientist from an asylum begins to lose himself. Fanfiction for Haunted Asylum. Theres only 2 chapters so far, im working on more. Ill be publishing as i finish writing lol Made in collaboration with Basil's Satyr
