CHAPTER 48
I’m back at the Pyongyang hospital. Doc seems happy to see me but just as quickly turns sad again when he presses his cold stethoscope up against my chest. I’m too busy staring out the window to pay him much attention.
Where’s my dog? What happened to Rusty? I keep waiting for his paws to press up against the glass, for his nose to press into the pane and fog up the entire thing.
Where did my dog go? Why isn’t he here to say hello?
After Doc examines me, the Swede pulls up a chair. I feel like a little kid whose father is about to read him a bedtime story.
“Ian, you’re very ill,” Eric says. “It’s quite serious.”
I nod. I think I could have told him that and saved everyone a lot of time.
“I’m going to make sure you don’t have to go back to that prison camp.”
“Okay,” I tel
