Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 123

I remembered there was something I was trying to do, but couldn't bring it to mind. What was it? It was something important.

The doctor left the room, and I thought I heard the rattling of a keychain, like he was locking the door. Maybe it was a cockroach with spiked golf shoes on walking across the metal table in the corner. Nothing would've surprised me at that point.

I focused my concentration to remember what I was trying to accomplish. It was my arms! I was trying to free my arms! I began pulling up on the leather straps