The nurse came in. I should have planned better and looked at the time. The time she or Liner hands me soup, crackers, or sprite. She told me I'm not going to the goner room because it wasn't my fault. They took me off anti-deppresents while I was sick and if I was in my right mind I would have told them. She told me she acknowledges my progress and I shouldn't be put in there for my mistake while off medication. I don't think it's a mistake, but her calm voice helped me a little bit, I guess. She told me I'll stay in the nurses office until I'm better, that way I don't use a weapon that shouldn't exist in the first place.
I asked if I could see Jack and she told me he was doing art therapy, and when he's done she might let him see me.
She's so considerate to a bum like me.
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RomanceBaxter was a spoiled rich kid...but now he's not. This follows his journey going deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole.
