She accepts the copper, chalice containing the entheogenic brew and slowly sips the warm liquid until the vessel is dry.
The potent rush of chemicals surge through her bloodstream as the Shaman stares deep into her widened eyes. The strong, intricate amalgamation of ingredients tightly, wraps its arms around her and she starts to feel subdued. The foliage on the hard, gravel floor inside the animal skin covered tepee, absorbs her body as she melts into the soft, now cushioned ground. Her body suddenly jolts as she feels her spirit ricochet from wall to wall and a curious warm sensation travels down her forehead.
The nurse slams the hatch shut on the heavy door after the patient ingests the distributed medication. The Nurse watches through the small viewing window as the crazed Alice Christina Abbot throws herself around the empty, padded cell, her arms cemented in place by the secure straight jacket. Alice flies at the window, her rotten teeth clenched and pummels it with her head. Blood trickles down her forehead and her delirious body slumps to the ground. The nurse smirks and slowly disappears as she continues to push the creaky, archaic, sedative trolley down the darkened hallway of Bethlem Hospital.