“Can I please go home now? I don’t like it here.”

“Soon, dear, you’re coming along rather nicely.” What does that even mean? I’ve given up on trying to understand her and the way she speaks. The other one had disappeared somewhere, and I hadn’t seen her in days, leaving me to deal with nurse goober and her robotic self. At least I felt much calmer these last couple of days than when I first came here.

They hadn’t eased up on the restraints, but I’ve come to ...