You Can't See Them?
The next day is strange.
Well, every damn day with these people is strange.
But the next day is even stranger.
Dr. Reeves or whatever his name is comes back, but this time he doesn't even look at Jim. No words are spoken.
Blood pressure. Temperature. A strange contraption I have to blow into, but I have no idea what it does. Whatever it measures, he scribbles the information down.
Then he's gone again.
Jim's been quiet, too, but that's the least strange thing about the day. He's always been one to spend most of the day pretending to sleep. This time, he sits in a chair beside my bed, staring at the door.
Like he's waiting for someone to arrive.
My head feels like it's stuffed with cotton. I didn't eat yesterday. No food today, either. At least I'm not tied down anymore. Small mercies, I suppose.