The next few days passed in a similar manner to the previous one. Doctors would come, take my blood or have me undergo some scans. Then, agents would arrive and have me repeat my story over and over again.
In the end, I became convinced of one thing: They suspected me of something. I wasn't sure what their suspicion was, or how they had come to that conclusion, but after retelling my story over and over again to a handful of different people over little more than a week, I was now sure.
Though, being sure of that didn't really help me at all – I was still stuck here in this hospital.
"Good morning," A familiar voice sounded as I glared at the ceiling with a bored expression. It was once again, none other than Inspector John. And of course, his boss tagged along as always.
"More like afternoon." I sighed.
