It feels like it’s been hours since the doc left, and I did exactly as I was told. I ate the food and dressed in the gray sweatpants and sweater, put on the socks and oversized boots, which baffled me completely as to why I needed them and all the undergarments in the bag. I’m now pacing my cell wondering if I imagined they had any importance. Maybe he was just being thoughtful and giving me items to aid comfort, and I was looking for something that was not there because I was so desperate for an out. I rummaged in the bag and food, wondering if maybe he left something for me, like a key card, and came up with nothing except confusion, convincing myself I imagined it completely.
I can’t stay here like this, watching her sleep the day away, and if all he is going to do is take tests and fi
