My newly placed wheelchair is now laid by my bed, I was sleeping the rest of the day on and off. I learned they had abandoned their plans because Clarence had remembered.
The cell to my door opened, Doctor Silas was silent at first plopping down beside me in the room.
"Christian, do you know why I am here?" He asked.
"I can only assume the worst."
"It's Clarence…" Silas stated.
"And why are you telling me?"
"Will you come with me please?" Silas inquired.
"It's not my business Doctor Silas."
"You somehow started him, I don't know how to speak to him…"
"He is your responsibility!" I yelled.
"He won't talk to me…please…" He pleaded.
Pulling the chair out, he would bring it in very close to me so I could maneuver myself. Almost every single part of me had been dissected and torn apart for their notes, my legs had the hardest area for recovery for me.
