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The Accident (Part 13)
A Short Story in Pieces
Jim’s Room… 1:00pm…
I rolled over and opened my eyes to discover a digital clock had been placed on the table next to the bed. Did I say something about never knowing what time it was? My brain feels a little foggy, but that’s not an unusual feeling these days.
So, my morning is completely shot, although I wasn’t planning on going anywhere because I don’t know where I would go or how I would get there. I see there is a wheelchair on the other side of the room, but I’m not quite sure that walking is an option at this point. I’m also very surprised that Samuel hasn’t come in yet today to wake me or see if I am hungry or need anything else. Dr. Marx has not been by either to tell me anything about any progress that has been made in healing my body.
It would be helpful if I could get myself out of the room and explore a little bit. No one seems to want to give out any information about The Conservatory. It’s odd and a bit scary to not understand what is going on.
