Andy
It’s been hell in this place with the constant screaming and moaning of the other patients. The nurses were jaded and basically did the bare minimum. The food is just as terrible as the prison. At least the beds were more comfortable and that’s where I spent most of my time.
“Mr. Riley?” I heard a voice from the door. It’s still taking time to recognize my new name, so the voice repeated it a few times before I realized he was addressing me.
“Yes?” I said and sat up to see a tall man with a doctor’s coat standing at the door. “Sorry, I’m still not used to being Mr. Riley.”
“I understand,” he said. “I’m Dr. Thomas and I’ll be your psychiatrist. Can we speak?”
“Sure,” I said. “I don’t really have anything else going on.”
“How have you been since you arrived here
