Misha
"This is the best I can do for you. I'm sorry, but there isn't much in the lab for entertainment." Dr. Trevon explains.
Dr. Trevon placed three large binders on the table in front of me.
"What are these?" I ask.
The binders are overflowing with papers of all sizes. I can see this was made a while ago, but they don't look like they have been used recently. The dust has been collected on some of them.
"Some old research materials. This is all Dr. Monroe was willing to let you read. I'm sorry we don't have a TV for you to watch. I know moving your hands isn't easy for you right now. Think of this as part of your rehabilitation." Dr. Trevon smiles.
Well, this is better than nothing. Who knows, I might be able to find something valuable.
"Thanks. I'll do my best." I say as I reach out my feeble hand.
