FFF #31

"Disease? I suppose you could call it that, although it could be a psychosis...or maybe a psychosis caused by a disease...or maybe some kind of allergy, after all it is spring and the pollen is out...but no, my dear, I believe you're just experiencing the last symptoms of a rare, lethal drug I've been slipping into your coffee for the past week. You might have tasted it if you didn't load your coffee with such large amounts of cream and sugar. Didn't I tell you long ago that it was healthy to drink your coffee black?
My, my, how wide your eyes are: you look like you'd like to scream...or perhaps you'd like to call nine-one-one? So sorry, my dear, but the paralysis obviously has set in as you seem unable to even close those frightened orbs. Not to worry, you'll be quite painlessly dead in a few more hours. I'll be quite rich off of your life insurance. Of course there'll be a short investigation, but your death will be attributed to a massive stroke; the poison mimics it quite nicely. Even Doctor House wouldn't be able to figure this one out."