Melissa Yuan-Innes

"I shot him six times in the head, but I didn't kill him.""Something's eating my brain.""They're going to kill us today. You have to help us, doc."I've always been curious about abnormal psychology and, well, monsters. That's part of the reason I became a medical doctor. But today, patients pour into the emergency room with stories of murder and mind control. They whisper about a cult that worships a monster named Cthulhu.
Cult members will stop at nothing, up to and including taking my beloved Tucker hostage or blowing up our entire Montreal hospital. Normally, I'd figure out a way to kick their culty asses. I've got a few hidden talents up the sleeve of my white coat. No, I don't mean my stethoscope. I mean like talking to ghosts. Weird gifts you wouldn't expect from your average M. D. But I can't think while they have Tucker.
I can't think, period. My brain feels . empty. Like something's eating my brain. What's happening to me? To us?How can I save Tucker from this killer cult when all I want to do is take a big, fat nap forever?