As Kyle eased himself back into the salon chair he was blissfully unaware that he'd accidentally taken Kendra's appointment.
The girl just confimed, "One appointment of K. Collins." Kyle nodded his head, as the anaesthetic took hold. The chill at the base of his neck working upwards to make his thought sluggish, and his eyelids heavy. The same heavy lethargy worked down his body. As his arms became too solid to lift, his hips just too tired to even shift restlessly. As the drowsiness reached his feet.
He heard the attendant, "Planning a fun weekend, of hedonism?"
Kyle's lips were too thick, and dull to move coherently. Just a mumble was all he could manage, and a slight lift at the corners to hint at a smile.
"Not many want to go full bimbo." She observed, as darkness swirled around Kyle's vision. The words penetrated, as his vision greyed, and he fell gibbering into his own head. The blubbering, burbling panic that gripped him, was entirely mute. But none the less powerful for it's silence.
Kyle sank into the black, with only nightmares and confusion to keep him company.
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