[ WP ] Write a story about a doctor living in a world in which the technology exists to physically connect to another person and feel their pain .

He waited patiently outside of the twenty-four hour supermarket. He parked off to the left hand side, where the lights were a little dimmer, and the cameras did n't quite reach. Frederick lit a cigarette; he allowed the smoke to pool around him and obscure his vision. He liked to dim his senses beforehand. 
 
 Through the smoke he saw the front doors open. The figure walked away from him, to the other side of the parking lot. A low growl vibrated from Fredrick's throat, but he managed to stay clam. He steadied his breathing, and he waited. 
 
 The doors opened again. This figure -- a man -- walked towards him. Fredrick placed his hand on the door's handle and sat up straight. The lights on the car to his left flashed. Fredrick curled his right hand in anticipation. He released his fingers and opened the door. 
 
 As Fredrick stepped out of the car he raised his hand to hail the man. `` Excuse me!'' he said, his voice shaking a little bit. `` Did you see my wife in there? She's been gone awfully long and I'm beginning to worry.'' 
 
 The man slowed his pace and turned towards Frederick. `` What does she look like?'' he answered, a note of helpfulness in his voice. 
 
 `` She's short, with graying brown hair.'' Fredrick reached into his pocket. He held his hand steady, curving his fingers around the hilt. The man started to announce that he had n't seen her, but it did n't matter anymore. Fredrick pulled the blade from his pocket and slipped it into the side of the man. He collapsed; he screamed; he cried. 
 
 Frederick barely managed to pull the man into his car. His limbs were weak and fragile; the adrenaline only helped so much. He pulled out the machine and applied the wires as quickly as possible. 
 
 The rush of pain was immense. Frederick gasped for breath before yelling into the smoke-filled car. His yell was n't of pain, like the shrieks of the man in the backseat, but one of pleasure. Frederick basked in it for a moment, before reaching under the passenger's seat. He pulled out a shabby first aide kit. 
 
 Frederick climbed into the backseat and leaned over the man. Frederick could feel the man panicking more and more. `` Please, stop,'' he begged. Frederick rummaged through the kit and finally pulled out a needle and thread. `` Please,'' he said again, with tears in his eyes. 
 
 `` Do n't worry,'' Frederick said. `` I'm a doctor.'' A maniacal smirk crossed his face as he bent down towards the wound. 

