"Finally, you’re awake."
I turned my head slowly. Jason was sitting in the armchair, looking perfectly pressed in a fresh suit. There was no laptop this time; he was just watching me.
"Jason?" My voice was a mere ghost of a sound.
"Stay still," he said, rising from the chair. "I’ll go get the doctor."
He returned a few minutes later with the same gray-haired doctor from before. They both stood over the bed, looking down at me like a specimen under a microscope.
"How are you feeling, Sarah?" the doctor asked, checking the monitors.
"Tired," I whispered. I looked from the doctor to the window, where the sun was at an angle that didn't make sense. "What time is it? How long have I been out?"
"It’s Monday evening, Sarah," the doctor said gently. "Between the morphine and the anesthesia,
