”You were asleep when we came in at lunchtime,” the other prisoner told me. ”We left food for you in the cell, though. We made the decision with the agreement of the guard. But after we came back at dinnertime nothing had changed and we became worried. You hadn’t touched your lunch and you were fighting in your sleep. We woke you up to make sure you are ok and to leave you fresh food. You have never missed a meal before and your tableware is always washed and ready.”
I was still half-asleep and indeed, I could see food on the table. My lunch was still untouched. What they had just told me was true.
”Don’t worry about me,” I told them, as I felt in no fit state to come back to my senses too soon. ”Just leave me the lunch. I’ll eat that. Don’t waste your time on me.”
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