Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Day 13. NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo

The next few hours were spent answering questions.  Where she grew up.  Whether she was sick a lot as a child.  Who was her next of kin.  No one asked her about the bridge.  There were just whispers and knowing smiles.

Joan wasn’t sure how long she had been in the hospital.  There weren’t any clocks and she wasn’t allowed to have her phone.  She didn’t want to ask because she thought that would make her seem even more out of it.  Better to be quiet.

Still, it seemed like she had been there a while and eventually she hoped someone would notice she was missing.  Unless they called.  But that didn’t make sense, she thought.  Who would they call? 

She ate her meals in her room.  She didn’t want to sit with the other patients.  She ate alone at home most of the time, she reasoned, so why would she change now?  The food was decent.  Mostly pastes and broths.  She would probably lose some weight, depending on how long she had to stay here.

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