"I'd make a fantastic hallucination!" Lisa bubbled, giggling when she got poked. It was confirmation she hadn't asked for, and she appreciated it. He didn't seem to very much, he seemed grumpier than ever, but she liked it. "Maybe meds are good for you and bad for me. Everyone's different." Her therapist had said things like that. The one who hadn't tried to force medication down her throat. Her attention once again divided, she remarked offhandedly, "what's your name?"