He stared straight into my eyes.
“You’re one of them, aren’t you?”
“How do I know what you are?”
“I’m trying to help you,” I said.
“Oh, fuck you. I know you aren’t. You are trying to figure me out. How many of us do you keep here?”
“Most are here only for a few weeks.”
“Stop stalling. How many?
“There are several hundred patients on the closed wards.”
“Several hundred! I knew it!” Continue reading