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Four full days remained by Jareth's count. Four days until his fate and the fate of his kingdom and now Sarah's fate were decided. Four days and he must wait, be patient, and remain inactive while others prepared for him. He felt the taste of desperation return to him but this time as a Mortal man rather than a Fae and the taste was much more pungent and cloying. Not a flavor he ever wished to sample again in either form.

He lived temporarily with Carol at her large studio apartment not far from her gallery. She arranged her spare bedroom alcove for his comfort and assured him that he was welcome as long as necessary. She even purchased a few extra personal items and clothing for him since neither had a spare key to enter Sarah's apartment and neither wished to contact any family regarding it. Jareth loathed being dependent upon anyone. He explained that after the coming weekend his residence with her would no longer be required in one fashion or another; he hoped for the best as did Carol.

Thursday evening arrived and Susan called to give details regarding her hastily prepared plan. After Sal's speech Susan agreed to not only assist their entry but Sarah's escape. She arranged for her shift to be swapped with another charge nurse for the Friday night 11pm � 7am shift. She explained to the staff in question that her family had unexpectedly planned to be in town for the weekend and she needed her normal Saturday afternoon shift free; the other nurse happily agreed since she hadn't had a Friday night off in months.

Carol would drop Sal and Jareth a few blocks away and they'd walk to the loading dock at the rear of the hospital just after 2 am; than Carol would park a short distance away waiting for Sal's call to act as the getaway car. Before the men entered the building Susan would temporarily turn off the cameras on the third floor where the psych ward was located. She planned to take a break at just before 2 am and sneak away from the third floor to let them in through the basement laundry room. There were none currently on night duty there due to salary and budget cut backs. From there the three would enter the secure psych ward through the back stairs instead of the main entrance. Her keys would allow them entry through the doors at each staircase landing where she would be able to take them directly to Sarah's room at the end of the hall.

If anyone questioned why Susan entered through the back staircase rather than the main entrance she decided she would tell them she had recently taken up smoking again; a habit she had quit in college but stress had brought the nasty habit back. The rear loading dock was one of the few areas not strictly forbidden to smokers yet. Susan was sure her ruse would earn her a stern lecture but not any real punishment.

After they entered into Sarah's private room she would unlock Sarah's restraints and Jareth and Sal would sneak her out the same path while Susan returned to work, waited ten minutes than sounded the alarm for an escaped patient and that would be the end of it; or so Susan hoped. Jareth knew as soon as he could make physical contact with Sarah he could reestablish a stronger magical bond with her which should give her the necessary strength to overcome whatever was blocking it.

If she could use her magic to free herself from her bondage then escape should be far easier but if, for some reason that wasn't possible, Jareth decided he would carry her out fighting every inch if required before he allowed them to be separated again. Either way the beginning of their fate would be decided in less than forty-eight hours.

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After avoiding Bellevue for several days Eric Morton finally arrived at the ancient building late Friday afternoon. He never used to be a man living in denial but the last year made him more and more a creature of refutation. Perhaps if he had seen the signs earlier, perhaps if he'd paid more attention to his family, perhaps he could have stopped this horrible sickness from eating away at his wife. Guilt hung over him like a sodden wool cloak causing his shoulders to bow and his head to droop.

He avoided the hospital as if it were his own personal hell waiting to punch his ticket. His daughter's eyes blazed accusations every time she looked at him; memories of her eyes seared his brain. Did he do the right thing? Was Sarah being treated properly? He was afraid to answer his questions by seeing her face to face. But avoidance only worked for so long before it become cowardice and enter he did that Friday afternoon� nearly a week after he sentenced her to confinement.

His first view of Sarah since the disaster at her apartment several days ago consisted of her supine and nearly spread eagle on a hospital bed; her wrists and ankles enclosed in thick leather restraints and secured with small metal padlocks. Her hair badly shorn and she looked ten pounds lighter; her face thin and sallow, her eyes shadowed and glazed, and she wore only a thin hospital gown which wasn't even fastened in the back.

Eric stood at the edge of the doorway hesitant to enter and view his well -intentioned handiwork. Sarah stared at the wall next to her bed; a thin spittle of drool oozing from her mouth. Eric tried to recall what Dr. Garcia told him about her violence and his need to heavily sedate her and while Eric had witnessed some of Sarah's violence that morning at her apartment he didn't feel right about the condition he saw his wife in now. Surely she didn't require this much sedation? He could barely detect her breathing from a few feet away.

Eric walked to the edge of her bed and called her name. "Sarah, baby? Can you hear me?"

At first no response, than he watched her throat work as she swallowed and gradually turned to face him. Her green eyes once sparkling with lively fire were now dull. Tangles and sweat matted the remnants of her hair and she smelled as if she hadn't truly bathed or brushed her teeth in days. What were they doing to her? Did they keep her restrained in this bed all day, every day?

"Sarah? Can you talk to me? Please, Sarah, I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry for everything." Eric rested his head on the rail of her bed begging her to respond.

"...Eric..," Sarah's voice was harsh with disuse. No one spoke to her lately-just at her either to direct, demand, or command her. She hardly remembered a minute the last several days where she could think clearly; in fact she had no idea what day it was or how long she had been in the ward.

"Yes, Honey, it's me. It's Eric, I'm here for you." He cried, tears rolling down his face as he grasped at her tied hand. She did not return the endearment.

"Why?" She asked her voice bland but he heard the accusation.

"You're sick, Sarah. You're seeing your hallucinations again and I was afraid you were going to endanger Lizzie. I couldn't take the chance that something might happen if I could help you; stop you before it went too far."

Sarah looked into Eric's eyes as he told her the truth, his truth and for the first time in days, hours, weeks...she felt her magic ...not clearly, not without the dullness but she could grasp it with her mind. Nearly giving up from exhaustion after losing touch because of the medications she stopped trying to reach her magic an undetermined time ago. She had little to do but persevere, wait for Jareth, and strive for her magic but without a sense of it she began to lose hope. She chastised herself for giving up so easily but the medications made concentration and focus so difficult; like trying to pick up a dime with Arctic mittens covering your numb fingers. She knew the dime was there, she could feel its edges but all she accomplished was pushing it around and covering it up.

"Sarah, I know you'd understand if you were in your right mind. I'm just trying to do the right thing here, for you and Lizzie."

Suddenly, after so much frustration the mittens disappeared and she could grasp the dime easily in her still numb fingers but it was there! Her hands were still restrained so her manifestation powers were nonexistent but magic coursed through her body like fresh lava.

"Eric," Sarah pronounced his name, her voice suddenly very clear causing him to meet her gaze to find her eyes no longer clouded. "You son of a bitch." She whispered inches from his face, her quiet voice more chilling to him than any yelling of hers he'd ever heard. He watched transfixed as her eyes glowed brilliant emerald, her body convulsed fighting the restraints and she released a shriek, the pain piercing his ears into his brain.

"Ahargh!" Eric stumbled back away from her bed tripping over a chain to go sprawling to the floor in a heap. He kept his hands clasp tightly over his ears to drown out Sarah's scream; he could feel it drill into his brain eating away at his sanity. 'Holy Shit what was she doing to him?' Was his only coherent thought as lost consciousness. Sarah thrashed on the bed forcing the leather belts to slowly give way. The glass window shattered just as several orderlies and nurses rushed into the room finding her husband lying on the floor and Sarah violently thrashing and screaming.

"Get the sedative! Quick!" The charge nurse ran into the room with a prepped syringe and with the assistance of the other staff held Sarah down rapidly administering the injection before they all passed out; as they could all feel the pain assaulting their ears. Even so a couple employees did fall before the sedative was injected, but its effect was rapid and soon Sarah was again unconscious. In the calm afterwards the staff noticed that all of the leather of her restraints was nearly torn through and her husband was unconscious with blood leaking from his ears.

"Dr. Garcia's going to be pissed when he hears about this." An orderly stated to the rest of the stunned group.

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The Bond with Sarah blazed in Jareth's chest, waking him from an unexpected late nap while he waited for Sal to arrive to begin their Friday night plans. Sitting up rapidly on Carol's couch he nearly knocked himself to the floor. His head spun and nausea curled his stomach.

"Oh Gods, Sarah!" 2 am was too far away, how could he remain patient for several more hours before he reached her? At least he knew she was still alive and attempting to use her magic in some form. He would reach her!

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"Nurse Bagby, you're here late tonight." Dr. Garcia greeted Susan as he entered the psychiatric ward just after midnight. Susan's head snapped up from her paperwork at the nurses' desk when she heard the doctor's unexpected drawl.

"Dr. Garcia! I thought you went home hours ago!"
He graced her with his usual polite half smile, "I did but received an urgent call about a patient incident this evening and decided to return. Speaking of, could you have room 314 prepped for me stat and arrange for patient Williams' relocation there as well?"

"Oh...yes, of course Doctor." Susan stammered, attempting to keep the surprise from her expression. Who could have called him? She received a report of the incident involving Williams from the afternoon charge nurse; did she call Dr. Garcia and not inform her? Crap.

"Thank you, Nurse." Garcia breezed past the nurses' desk towards his personal office. "Just buzz me when she's secured." Susan swore she could hear Garcia humming a jaunty tone under his breath giving her chills. She quickly grabbed her cell phone and found a private alcove in the women's restroom.

"Hey, it's me. Forget about waiting; get your asses down here fast because Garcia just walked in requesting Sarah to be moved to room 314. Yeah, I know Sal, just fast forward everything and get down here pronto. I'll meet you in 30 minutes max." Susan chewed her lip as she ended the call.

'Crappity crap crap!' She thought. Of course, Garcia would chose tonight of all nights to make a midnight visit. Susan was well aware of the incident earlier involving Sarah's husband; apparently several hours passed before the man regained consciousness in the Bellevue emergency room and was later released with a clean bill of health. However, the fact that Sarah had been able to do something to cause him and other staff members to pass out in the first place was enough to freak Susan out. If it weren't for Sal's beliefs she'd stay far away from Sarah Williams.

Aware that she had little time to waste Susan exited the restroom and grabbed an orderly to delegate the required orders. Both the room and Williams' would be prepped in about ten to fifteen minutes giving Susan just enough time to complete her end of the escape. Waiting until the orderly left her sight, Susan quickly walked to the maintenance department. Since she was the charge nurse she held a skeleton key to every door on her floor, very convenient. She pulled on a pair of latex gloves before entering to avoid leaving any fingerprints.

Once inside the small room she located the fuse box and flipped the single switch designated for the security cameras on the third floor; which also controlled the stairwell main lights but not the emergency backup light, so they would be in semi-darkness during their walk on the stairs, but Susan wasn't concerned about that. She hoped that for the near future no one noticed that the cameras' lights were off and that the mobile ones were no longer moving.

'Fingers crossed.' She told herself before rapidly making her way back out and to the emergency stairwell to meet Sal and Jareth at the rear loading dock as planned. She'd likely be there before them, but if luck held out only by a few minutes and they could beat Dr. Garcia to Sarah before he started the procedure. Hopefully.

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Sarah lie in her bed semi-conscious remembering Eric's visit. She remembered his pathetic whining about how he condemned her for her own good. He cried at her bedside and his betrayal angered her greater than anything she'd ever known. She relished the memory of her magic flowing unsteadily but forcefully through her. She'd deliberately aimed the majority of it at Eric. He believed her insane? She'd show him insanity! She'd done her best to focus on shredding his mind but was uncertain as to her success since he'd been taken away. Her goal of vengeance upon him distracted her from her limited time of escape and she'd lost her opportunity once the staff sedated her for the umpteenth time.

Much later after dark several orderlies entered, freed her from her restraints, and sat her upright on the edge of her bed. Sarah's head swam and her vision blurred from the drugs and sitting up too fast. Before she could orient herself the orderlies had forced her arms into a straitjacket and were securing the white canvas around her torso with numerous belts and buckles. She attempted a weak struggle but four against one heavily drugged person made for a short contest.

"Behave yourself Williams or you know how bad it can get." One male orderly threatened prompting a growl from Sarah. The four men pull her to her feet and partially dragged, partially marched her down the painted cinderblock hallway to a separate wing of the psychiatric ward. Initially, Sarah allowed them to maneuver her down the hallway until she recognized the door they steered her towards.

"...no...No...NO..!" She resisted angling her body away from the door, collapsing as deadweight, anything to stall the process but they continued to forcibly drag her through the door into a room twice the size of her own room. A single raised operating style bed was bolted in the center with numerous types machines and equipment surrounding the flat, rail-less bed. Wide leather straps were attached to the bed at the chest, hip, knee, and ankle levels.

Sarah's wailing sobs echoed in the old tile room as she was pulled to the bed and forced to lie on her back as the orderlies snugged the leather straps across her body leaving her head free. "NO...please let me go! Please!" She continued to cry, the fog of the medication breaking slightly as her memories replayed her childhood trauma.

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Jareth and Sal tried to appear casually jogging as they approached the loading dock of Bellevue Hospital. Carol dropped them off closer than originally planned otherwise they would have never arrived in the new time frame. Sal directed Jareth to a beaten looking metal door inset at the dock, neither spoke as both panted from their exertions and adrenalin. Sal softly knocked three times while Jareth watched the street.

"It's about time!" Susan whispered through the crack as she cautiously opened the door letting them both in; latex gloves back in place.

"We got here as fast as we could." Sal retorted quietly. Jareth's head constantly scanned his immediate area for danger.

"Sarah's in danger, we mustn't linger." He insisted. He was likely the only one relieved at the acceleration of their plans. He felt a spike in her anxiety shortly after Susan's phone call which almost overwhelmed his emotional control. It currently took every bit of discipline for him to remain focused.

"Follow me." Susan walked briskly through the gloomy basement laundry; the half finished laundry hanging about in the shadows reminding her of simple sheet ghosts from her childhood Halloweens. The two men followed her through the hospital cinderblock maze and up the darkened flights of stairs until they reached the door to the third floor.

"Stick close to me," She informed the men then looked specifically at Jareth, "She's not in her usual room. Sal explained what the change meant?"

"Yes." Jareth nodded, anxious to be moving.

"Good, be ready for anything. There'll probably be at least two or three orderlies with Dr. Garcia. I'll unlock the door and you two get inside before me." Susan handed them both a couple of syringes filled with sedative and each a pair of latex gloves. "If you have to, give them this, it should knock them out." Jareth eagerly took the syringes, happy to return the action to those harming his Sarah. Sal quickly showed Jareth how to pull on the gloves as he put his on and responded to Susan's unexpected offering with widen, shocked eyes.

He didn't realize she'd gone to such risks. "Sue!"

"Don't say it. Just get her out of here. Let's go." Susan unlocked and yanked the door open wide so that they all three could rush through quickly.

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Dr. Garcia strolled into the room in a deceptively relaxed manner, only his eyes and a faintest curl to his lips betraying his excitement. "Good evening, Sarah. My staff tells me that you misbehaved today." He leaned over the bed into her personal space to stare into her eyes. "Is this true? Have you been a bad girl?"

"No...I'll be good...I swear...," Sarah heard herself say in a child-like voice, she could feel her emotions rapidly regressing to the terror she experienced as a teenager; her aggression slipping away like oil in water.

Garcia 'tsked' a few times shaking his head, "No, I don't believe you will. You've already harmed several people today including your own husband. What kind of good girl does that?"

Tears poured from her eyes and she coughed, almost choking on her own mucus clogging her throat, "No, I'll be good! Please don't...I promise...I'll be a good girl...please!" She never thought she'd ever be willing to beg anyone again, especially Garcia, in her life but terror strangled her rational mind and she knew she'd say anything to avoid what he intended. Part of her acutely felt the mortification that a sick bastard like Garcia could have so much power over her again and that she would willing say such humiliating things but the rest of her didn't care.

Garcia stood upright from Sarah's entrapped position and gifted her with a wan smile. "I'm very sorry, Sarah." 'Fucking liar' she thought. "But I'm afraid that you're going to require punishment in order to learn proper behavior for this facility." He patted her shoulder reassuringly and motioned for the orderlies to begin the procedure.

Quicker than Sarah thought possible her head was restrained with thinner leather straps and electrodes were attached to her scalp. They pried her mouth open and strapped a bite block between her teeth. Unable to audibly cry she continued to whimper and moan, trying to thrash her head from side to side to knock any electrodes loose; unsuccessfully.

"Please begin." Dr. Garcia announced in a very pleasant voice. One orderly flipped a switch on a particular machine and slowly turned a dial to increase the voltage being sent to Sarah's brain. Sarah convulsed, her entire body alternated between rigidity and spasms, her jaw clenched until her muscles could be seen straining, and she went silent as her eyes rolled back showing only the white sclera. Her last coherent thoughts before the excruciating pain burned through her soul were of Jareth and Lizzie.

How long Garcia allowed the orderly to subject her to the shock therapy Sarah didn't know but she did know when her magic gave off an instinctive protective back flash. Heat flared in her chest washing over the sparking pain and traced it back to its source. Sarah vaguely heard the machine explode in a shower of flaming sparks a few feet from her. She barely heard the orderly operating it curse as his hand was burnt and she almost missed hearing Dr. Garcia fall to the floor and strike his head from the blast.

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"Argh, Sarah!" Jareth clutched his head with his hands stumbling but he continued running; earning a look from both Susan and Sal until they heard the fire alarm blare overhead.

"Crap! " Susan swore, afraid the few other employees on duty would find them because of the alarm.

"This door, 314!" Susan pointed and slid to a halt while Jareth slumped against the wall momentarily and Sal waited bouncing on the balls of his feet. Susan peeked in the small window as she fumbled with the lock and saw chaos inside the shock therapy room. "Oh my God!"

"What?" Sal and Jareth asked concurrently as Susan opened the door exposing the spreading fire, destroyed electronic equipment with its scattered components, five unconscious men�including Dr. Garcia�lying on the floor in various positions and a semi-conscious, fully bound Sarah in the center of the room on a raised, operating style bed. The automatic sprinkler system had kicked on soaking everything with a thin layer of cold water. As soon as they entered the overhead spray began soaking them as well.

"SARAH!" Jareth exclaimed and if Susan doubted his love for Sarah before then all doubt disappeared at the emotions exuded in his voice at his first sight of her in a week and in such a state. Jareth went directly to her side pulling the offending leather straps from her face and mouth as quickly as possible without harming her. Sarah's eyes cracked opened not daring to believe the vision before her. Water trickled over her face as she blinked.

"...Jareth?" Weak and hoarse, his name but a whispered prayer from her lips; while he held her face between both of his hands, caressing her skin with his thumbs, rubbing her shorn scalp with his fingers, and kissing every each of her face at once.

"Yes, I'm here, my love. I'm so sorry I took so long. You're safe; we're taking you away from this evil place." Jareth's tears mingled with Sarah's as her mind grasped reality and began to believe his presence.

"Oh...God...Jareth! Get me out of here!" She sobbed her voice catching. Their Bond flared to near full strength between them causing them both to catch their breaths at the sudden ache in their chests.

While Jareth and Sarah reunited Susan worked on the body restraints to release Sarah. Sarah tried to remain calm and still while they sat her up and unhooked the straitjacket as well; the medications still made her groggy but the fresh dose of adrenalin worked to counteract the sedative for a short time. Meanwhile, Sal grabbed an extinguisher from the hall and set to work finishing off the small fire blazing away at the shock therapy machine. Once the fire was out he checked the orderlies and Dr. Garcia for pulses and respirations which they possessed; they were just insensible.

As soon as Sarah's arms were freed she wrapped them around Jareth burying her head in his chest; his arms mimicked hers encasing her in his warmth, his face pressed against her fuzzy scalp. Part of him noticed the tragic loss of her luxurious long hair, impossible not to, but the rest of him rejoiced in her company so that her hair became inconsequential. He murmured sweet words of nonsense to her as she cried into his rapidly dampening shirt.

"Jareth, Sarah we've got to go!" Susan urged in a strident voice. Jareth nodded gently pushing Sarah's face from his chest.

"Sarah, love, it's time to go. Can you walk?" Sarah nodded, sniffling. Jareth helped her hop from the high bed to her bare feet, his arm a secure band around her waist as she wobbled a bit. She took two shaky steps with his help when they heard a couple groans from across the room. Sal moved towards the first groan, one of the orderlies waking, and before anyone could comment Sal drove a strong right hook into the man's face knocking him back out.

Sal turned to everyone's surprised expressions and shrugged blas�, "Couldn't have him IDing us. He'll live."

"I agree." Jareth replied and Sarah smirked while Susan grimaced. The owner of the second groan sounded again and all eyes turned to Dr. Garcia. Sal hesitated long enough giving Sarah time to speak.

"Don't touch him!" She walked around the bed to Garcia's sprawled position on the tile floor; one hand outstretched for balance, the other clutching the bicep of Jareth's arm wrapped around her waist. Jareth stayed in step with her, nearly hovering, afraid to leave her side as she approached the man sitting himself up on the floor. Sal and Susan watched apprehensively as they drew closer to Garcia, unsure of what might happen.

Sarah stopped two feet from Garcia who remain sitting grasping his head in his hands as if in pain. A moment later he seemed to realize that he was being watched and looked up at the two persons staring dangerous pointed objects in his direction. Garcia didn't recognize the tall, thin, blond man holding Sarah to his flank but he certainly recognized his patient. With a voice filled with authority Dr. Garcia addressed her.

"Sarah, go to your room immediately!"

Sarah sneered at his tone and placed a restraining hand against Jareth when he lunged forward to strike Garcia for his insolence. Jareth looked to Sarah aghast until he read the intentions in her eyes and acquiesced with a nod and hooded eyes. This was her battle and he would not rob her.

"I'm afraid I must decline." She stated clearly, her voice full of venom. "I'll be leaving now and I won't be hearing from you again." Garcia sputtered starting to rise to his feet but Sarah stopped him with a shove to his shoulders forcing him to remain kneeling on the hard tile. Unable to comprehend the turn in circumstances, his arrogance flashed and he verbally attacked. Sal and Susan walked closer next to Sarah and Jareth, displaying their loyally.

"You can't leave! You're insane! You're under my care and you need my help! Nurse restrain her!" He yelled insistent. No one moved.

"I don't need your help, Doctor Garcia!" Sarah spat his name as if it were a curse then with a large burst of power she stretched her right hand out and with a perfect twist she formed a bright, glowing red crystal. The crimson radiance cast everyone into a hellish red light. Sarah and Jareth wore identical expressions of gleeful vengeance while Sal and Susan both looked simultaneously shocked, fascinated, awed, and fearful. Garcia stared at the orb just inches from his face with wide eyes and a wider mouth; likely speechless for the first time in his life.

"Time for your medicine, Doctor!" Faster than anyone else could react Sarah shoved the crystal into Garcia's wide open mouth where it transformed and disappeared; the glow dissipating as well. A few seconds passed while everyone remained motionless in shock than Garcia screamed. Sal never heard anyone scream like that. The word bloodcurdling occurred to him to barely begin to describe the level of pain Garcia must be experiencing. Sal grabbed Susan's hand and pulled her to the door just as Jareth caught Sarah in a faint.

"Time to go!" Sal announced and urged Susan out the door he held open, followed by Jareth who carried an unconscious Sarah in a bridal carry; her head nestled close to his chest. Sal nearly tripped on Jareth's heels as he went out the door behind him still listening to the shrieking Garcia. Sal made sure that his girlfriend and his two new friends were safely out of the room with the door shut before he glanced back through the small window. The paramedic in him needed to witness just what fate Sarah chose for Garcia.

Sal watched through the glass as Garcia continued screaming and writhing on the floor. His hands clutched at his head; which appeared to expand, blood pouring from all of its orifices. Horrified he couldn't turn away as thirty seconds later Garcia's head exploded like a rotten, slimy grape with a loud pop. Bloody, gray matter with small bone fragments spattered the window centimeters from Sal's vision causing him to flinch backwards. The inhuman shrieking stopped.

'Well, guess Garcia won't be IDing us either.' He thought with a paramedic's gallows humor and turned away running to catch up with his friends.

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A/N:

Shock therapy was used extensively in the early 1900's on mental patients without proven results until it fell out of favor for many years. In the 1980's it was proven to be of limited used on schizophrenic patients offering short term relief of their symptoms. However, it's my personal opinion that shock therapy is inhuman and as I've depicted here it was applied without sedation or pain medication for the purposes of the characters' dramatic choices.
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