Twenty-Eight
Clarence could barely move, but pushed himself to flop his feet over the side of his bed and sit upright. He began to sweat with the exertion, his vision blurred. The bars swam in front of him.
Didn’t matter when he’d eaten last. Whatever was still in his stomach was working its way up.
“Take deep a breath, real slow.” A voice from his past? A voice inside his head. That made sense. He had to be crazy to still be alive.
Clarence looked up and realized the voice had come from a man standing at the bars. “Yeah. Real easy considering they probably broke my ribs.” He tried it though. Helped with the blurring. His stomach contents went back down where they belonged.
“I’m new here and I just realized that you are new, too.” The man reached his hand through the bars. “I’m the Ch
