I shook my head up and down. She just looked at me blankly. We sat there staring at each other until the intercom turned on and we both jumped. The intercom said, "May visiting hour is over". May said, "Be safe, we'll talk about it later". She wasn't moving her lips again. I just nodded my head slightly to signal that I understood. May said goodbye and exited out the door. I was left once again with my own thoughts, and my thoughts were freaking out. I was confused and honestly terrified. I didn't know what to do. I had come out of a coma a week ago (give or take a couple of days) and now this was happening. I decided to try and get some sleep. I ended up only getting a couple of hours of sleep. While I was trying to get to bed I had a wonderful and terrifying idea. I decided to investigate what was happening. With the stone and what's happening to me. I would need May's help of course. She's the only one who can know what has happened to me. Luckily the doctors thought I was crazy so they won't believe a word I said before this. Then I hit a snag in my plan. Well two actually, first of all, how am I supposed to tell May when she can't visit me until tomorrow. Also, how am I going to get out of the hospital? I just can't walk out of the hospital saying I'm going on a quest. For goodness sake, I'm in the psychiatric ward. That makes it even harder. I move my hand towards my hair to run my fingers through it but I only feel the stitches and fuzz. "Ok, one problem at a time," I say out loud this time. Well, the first problem I'll just have to wait for May tomorrow and for the second problem - I will cross that bridge when I come to it. One problem at a time. "One problem at a time" I repeat out loud again. I laid down on my padded white floor and tried to get comfy. They didn't give me a blanket. Probably because they thought I would strangle myself, you know, because of the whole lamp incident. I guess it was a little drastic that I smashed that lamp on my head. Then again I hadn't slept in 3 days. At least I get a couple of hours of rest a night now. I woke up 2 hours later from a nightmare. It was a strange one too. It was my Mom and Dad looking down at me with a smile on their faces. That was the nice part then it got strange. The world went dark and then came back to light and my parents were how they looked after they died. Beaten and broken. I was shivering from the cold or from the dream I couldn't tell. I opened my eyes and saw it was still dark. Stupid nightmares never let me sleep. I sit up then get up to my feet and take off my socks even though it's cold. They were drenched in a cold sweat like the rest of my clothes. After I take my socks off I walk around the room. Thinking of how I could get out of the Psych ward. The best thing I can come up with is getting out by acting completely sane even though I myself doubt I am sane. I sit back down. Maybe it's the fact I want to know what that rock is or the blue glow that surrounds me every day. Then that's when it hit me. I should have made this connection so much sooner. I smack the palm of my hand to my face.