Step 44. Merge
Playlist: “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers
After nearly eight hours in the uncomfortable chair of the hospital waiting room, Matthew convinces me to eat something. Since I refuse to move in case they need a point of contact for Eric, he leaves and returns with sandwiches. The sub sandwiches are six inches of dry, bland rocks that sit heavy in my stomach. I shouldn’t have eaten anything, but it seems to make Matthew feel more at ease to be useful, which is something I understand. Moreover, I would do anything for him. For them.
That thought reminds me of the hard truth. The heavy pit in my stomach isn’t just from the generic sub. I look around at the white tile floors and the uplifting painted murals on the wall of trees and birds. It’s all so surreal.
Yet, I can't wake
