Chapter 17
Three days later
“Shit.” Mitch swore in pure frustration and stared at the capped bottle of soda. Sure, he could turn on the faucet and halfway crawl into the sink to get a drink. Might be able to hold a plastic cup between his wrists, too. But, he wanted something with more flavor. After two days of just water except for an occasional juice or milk, he was ready to go AWOL in search of something else. More than once, he considered trekking down to the cafeteria and seeing if he could pitch in. A stern look from Calix stopped those thoughts in their tracks.
He was sick of not being able to do anything, not even the basics. He couldn’t wash himself, feed himself, or help around the house. Feeling like an invalid, he cursed the continued restrictions forced upon him because of
