Millions every day suffer from a disease known as love. Love is a virus in an invisible syringe waiting to be injected once it's victim sets their sights on their death sentence in the form of a mortal. The first stage is a faster beating heart and all the victim can do is think all day about their one and only. The second stage is when the victim believes that nothing can ruin their love and they'll be together forever. The third stage is when the victim's one and only starts showing signs of distancing away and eventually begins avoiding the victim. The fourth stage is when the victim always stays near the phone, waiting for the one and only to call, believing that everything will be like it was before. The fifth stage is when the one and only finally calls, hope and the victim's heartbeats arise like never before. Five minutes later the one and only hangs up and the heartbeat slows to an almost complete stop along with all hope the victim held on to, as the final words "It's over" echoed on and on through the victim's head and stabbing on and on at the heart. The sixth stage is days of false happiness and nights of endless tears. The final stage is total loss of the mind and the victim believes there's only one way to be together. Daybreaks and the two sleep at the one and only's house in a crimson lake and a stainless steel utensil in the victim's hand.
Where in the world can sanity be perscribed as medication?