Tales from the Sanguine Box

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PANEL 30 Sanders reaches to peel an electrode off Neil’s neck. Neil doesn’t flinch. He stares right through Sanders. NEIL: Wait. It stopped. I'm out? SANDERS: (Nervous laugh) Post-sim disorientation is normal. Let’s get these off you.
PANEL 31 Neil’s eyes focus sharply on Sanders’ chin. NEIL: You better get that mole on your chin looked at, Operator.
PANEL 32 Sanders touches his chin self-consciously. SANDERS: Excuse me? NEIL: It's irregular. Melanin pooling edges. You’ve got three weeks before it metastasizes to your lymph nodes.
PANEL 33 Sanders stares, rattled. SANDERS: What are you, a doctor now?
PANEL 34 Neil stands up, moving with eerie, economic precision. His eyes are dead. NEIL: I have a little experience. In everything.