Henry's POV
I was left alone for two days in my cell, though they provided food and someone came to take my blood and urine. I constantly assured myself that Kenny would come any minute until I was brought back to the white room where my hand had been dissected.
"Mr. Devin. We had to take care of a few things, so only now are we coming to part two."
I was put back on the chair that reminded me of the one they used for death row candidates, just far more modern yet still not at all comfortable.
The doctor came with a big helmet that was full of wires and put it over my head.
"Now, I want you to just relax." He typed something into his computer after sending the guards out.
Hopefully, I'm not turning dumb because of this. Kenny wouldn't like an overly dumb dog; a bit of dumbness he would probably be able to overlook.
