And so, he was still in a drugged out daze, courtesy of a nurse who’d given him another dose around four-thirty in the afternoon, when he saw the feet again. They were in the same place as before; unmoving behind the curtain. He briefly thought of ringing the nurse, telling them he needed help, telling them something, but a voice spoke up inside his head.
Don’t. There’s nothing to worry about.
He stopped his hand from reaching out for the call button. It took effort, but not as much as he would have believed a few hours ago. He dropped his arm to his side and looked back toward the curtain. The breeze outside was still kicking up enough to make the curtain flutter in all but one place. Boney fingers held the outskirts of the curtain. The polished white of them went up and disappeared int
