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"I'm just that good," she said playfully as she kept her hands still in her pockets for a moment. She couldn't help but shake her head playfully as she thought of the best way to tell Mark the truth. She then came to the decision to just come right out and say it. But first she pulled her burnt and wrapped hands out of her pocket so that Mark could see what was going on. 

"Mark.....," was all she could get out at first as she held up her wrapped hands so that he could take a good close look. Then she sighed and went on. "I lost my medication a few weeks ago and well....it's bad," she told him and then quickly went on. "And before you ask, it's so bad that my marriage to Ben Cartwright maybe over," she added as the tears began to  sting her eyes, though she swore she wouldn't cry. 

"What I need is for a new script for my medication and an isolation room until I can get this thing under control again," she told him. "And I don't want any family to visit me or anything like that. I need time to get myself back under control, okay?" she asked him. 

After bringing in John and sitting with him for a while. They had a discussion about Lynda going and seeing her brother, Mark, who was the doctor that controlled her medication. After several moments of "discussing" somewhat loudly, Lynda finally agreed, once they took John for his tests. John just shook his head and kissed her hand. 10 minutes or so, he was off to get a CT and a few other scans, Lynda went off to find Mark. 

The first place she looked was his office, which for her, he was in ther laying on the couch trying to avoid to in coming tramas. She knocked on his door and then walked in with a smile on her face. "I see you're hiding out again," she said laughing as she walked into his office and closing the door behind her. "I didn't know I was paying you to sleep," she added jokenly as she found a chair and sat down.