“What is going to happen to me?” I repeat. “Will I go mad?”
Dr. Paul smiles. He is enjoying this. “Like your mother, you will suffer fits. During these spells, your senses will become morbidly acute. The most insipid food will be unendurable, your clothing will be painful to your skin, and the quietest of sounds will inspire you with terror. You will have headaches, and you will lose consciousness.”
“I don’t believe you,” I say.
“You do. You know what happened to your mother. It has already begun.”