"You idiot! You don't just drink wine you don't know who it's from–and you don't drink in this house!"
I frown, and point towards the door. "Out, or stop."
I take a deep breath as I watch Blaze stare at me.
"Excuse me sir, I think you're disrupting this patient." I approach Jean's father. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Any stress will be detrimental to his health. I understand that you have frustrations, but amnesia patients are very delicate."
"Well, I'm sure he's telling the truth." I admit. "Hard for him to kill... anyone... while he was in a coma." I spit a rope of phlegm onto Jean's dad and whip him against a wall, then I jump onto one of his guards and- Oh god... -kiss him on the lips, filling his throat and lungs with sticky, suffocating spit.