THE BROKEN WOLVES
e's
to eat something other than
ver for my dinner on the bedside table
cops
in my lap placed there m
gs gave way under me, I realized running wasn't going to be in my near future. If she had
ries, not moving for a week
ine drip needle stuck in the back of my hand, which isn't a problem, but the cops are going to notice the b
them, and everyone kno
the hospital has pushed to know my name or what happened on the
of ketchup
interrupts. "Back again, I see. Is
ll hurt, I'm almost positive I'm on at least the fifth floor since my only view is of tall buildings in th
from moving the tray to the s
ctor, just stopping by on
outside. What do I do? Throw
sorry
h
Doe from t
a second..." Paper rustles an
not this one who's already stopped by to increase my pain meds after the
Sorry, it's been a long day. These twe
. So, the girl..." When a heavy tread moves in my direction,
o the neurologist
tray and stare a
and he said nothing
ying to the
gist. Soun
like that can do damage
hen you'll
belie
He's a doctor. What cop is going t
welcome to stop by again. Or
h, we'll be back. A cou
rhear your conversation about hotdogs. You must be talking abou
ing to tell him that..." The voices move away from my room and
ould make a run for it now, but Dr. Trevor has just boug
cops, and I have a question for him, one
the plastic tray in front of me, much as I have since Dr.
er of yogurt are easy enough to identify. The b
Did my internship at a h
e I don't see how where he grew up is i
lded over his chest, he looks relaxed. At ease. "In New Jersey,
e my h
u know how many people were pulled from it an
shake m
k, suddenly they think they can swim even if they've never swum a day in their lives. I've been a resident here for fi
's going with this. I
t's never b
brown stew and try to figure out whether
your back, neck, and wrists te
overed by a bandage that goes up almost to my forearm, but
tify. But I'd guess it was from a handcuff or some kind of rest
t say
om anyone who's come in before. Especially if you were with someone who wasn't a friend. But that doesn't mean I agree with it. There are always other options. We have
ers in the world and once they've made up their mind to keep you, there's only one way t
n't tell the officers y
nt to know why. He should
ld pain creeping into his eyes. "Not all people in this world are good people. Re
what I thin
my breath as I wai
htens fro
ing onto my fork before it can go th
rs aren't immune, either," he says
nk. "
it too long. But it's Salisbury steak, and you'll find mashed potatoes buried ben
door. At the entryway, he pauses his back
alking abo
him I stare after him, and try to work out whi
, reminding me I've gone far too long without a d
atoes buried under the gravy. I spoon up some
y is a little salty, but it's not bad, so I scoop another mo