“So, what can you see in this ink blot, Dennis?”
Dr. Cutberth watched intently, as Dennis stared at the Rorschach Test. Dennis stuttered.
“M..m..moons. I can see different moons.”
Dr. Cutberth scribbled on his notepad. He noticed Dennis’ piloerection. That was never a good sign.
“Okay, Dennis. Now, I want you to come up to the window and look at the sky. Tell me what you see.”
Dennis did as he was told.
“Doctor, I can see the clouds and the stars. And..and the moon.”
Dr. Cutberth found that quite curious. It was a no-moon night. There was no moon out there. He seated the shuddering Dennis down and offered him a cup of hot chocolate. Dennis clutched it in his hands and sipped on it.
“One last question, Dennis. These blackouts you mentioned. When did they start?”
“Around two months ago. I think I had around four of these blackouts. I just can’t recall anything about them.”
The doctor scribbled some more on his notepad. Dennis looked at the doctor with scared eyes.
“Am I going mad, doctor? Am I sick? Can you treat me?”
The doctor placed a comforting hand on Dennis’ shoulder and handed him a prescription note.
“Don’t worry Dennis. It will be taken care of. I have prescribed some Ag pellets for you. Just hand the slip to my assistant, Miss Blossom, outside. She will take care of it.”
Dennis shook the doctor’s hand.
“Thank You, doctor.”
The doctor smiled and shut the door of his room, as Dennis left. He quickly made a call on his phone.
“Another one. There is a sudden alarming rise in the population of werewolves. Let’s see what Helsing has to say about this…”
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