"Where should I begin?" I asked. I saw relief flood his face. I guess he really didn't want to do this the hard way.
"Start at the beginning." he said, sounding like an eager child. I smirked to myself. I held the power now. He was practically on the edge of his seat as soon as I let the first word fall out of my lips. "Well," I wanted to draw this out for as long as possible. "could you bring me some water?" He looked stunned but agreed nonetheless. The room was silent as he filled a clear plastic water cup with water from a pitcher on the nightstand. He handed it to me. I took a few gulps, letting the liquid slide down my throat before I began. "As you know, I left my nurse and the rest of the patients behind in the showers. I was wandering around. I didn't really know where I was going but somehow I ended up on the men's side in the maximum security area. All of the cells seemed empty and I was going to turn around and leave but a dude in the last cell called out to me. I walked over to him to see what he wanted and we talked for a while-" "What did you talk about?" he interrupted me.
I just looked at him and decided against explaining all the little details. "I don't really remember." I said, feigning ignorance. He looked at me then sighed as if he knew what I was doing. If it bothered him, he didn't show it. I continued. "After we'd talked, a guard came to bring me back to my cell. We walked down the hallway and I remember crying because he was being too rough with me. He tried DRAG me back. And that's all I remember."
He gave me an incredulous look. "That's all you remember?" He raised an eyebrow, "Really?" "Yes." He held my gaze for a few minutes then turned away. With a sigh he rolled up his sleeves and took his clipboard back out. I hate to admit that I did, in fact get distracted by his forearms. The fine little hairs were laid down smoothly on his tan skin and I spotted a few delicious veins. WHAT AM I THINKING??! I sighed. What was wrong with me.
With a click of his pen he brought my attention back. "Do you know of any mental problems that may be in your family? Any amnesia?" I was taken aback but I regained myself.
"I can assure you I'm not crazy. My brain is just fine." He dropped his head down and began writing. The sound of his scribbling filled the room. "And I don't need any tests." I added.