From my new novel about a few local participants in a nationwide clinical trial for an antidepressant, "Lotosil." Here, one participant has learned disturbing news about another, and begins to feel he must rescue the rest.
"Facts remain, stubbornly: some fellow Lotosil trial participant has very possibly killed himself and his wife (gas stove burner, slow but sure), and his wife’s relatives are indeed suing the manufacturer, claiming the pills made him do it. If true, unsuspecting dozens, hundreds, thousands or many more Lotosil users (how can anyone be certain?), may be at risk; ideas may become urges that become decisions, the smallest of flames may flicker and brighten into fire, and fire into uncontrollable cataclysm."