“So you knew something was wrong, yet kept giving me that drink?” I asked.
He had no answer.
Dr. Reeves explained that nothing justified continuing an experimental treatment without my informed consent.
I demanded an independent medical examination and a full investigation.
Daniel tried to stop me, but I raised my hand.
“You don’t get to make decisions about my life anymore.”
For the first time, he fell silent.
I called Helen, who immediately came to take me home. She didn’t say she’d warned me. She simply hugged me and whispered, “You’re safe now.”
The research records soon revealed troubling details. My symptoms had been documented, yet the program continued without properly addressing my concerns. Some documents even carried Daniel’s initials.
Investigators began examining the clinic and its earlier participants.
Then Daniel discovered that the third woman had left a statement describing how her concerns were dismissed.
