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myself, since it wouldn't be proper for a man to be alone with a lady in your condition, lest she be taken advantage of. Please, when you feel up to it, contact me at the university? I think we may be able to track down what exactly took place that delivered you here, if we don't wait too long. Such things fade over the course of years, after all. Here's my card.” He set it on the table next to the mirror.
      Then he left as well, turning to bid her a good night first, unlike the others. The doctor made sense, being he'd likely come back of course, but that Westmorland woman had just seemed... hyper focused as she removed herself. Still, Gwen felt like the woman would actually do what she said, which was a lot more than she usually got from the police back home. Half the time it seemed like they didn't even bother filing a report.
      Gwen sat for a while, the device next to her causing the air to thrum, she could feel it in her chest cavity, not just her bones, now that nothing else distracted her. She wondered what its purpose would turn out to be. Nothing had been attached, no leads, IVs, or catheters, so it didn't have anything to do with a pump of any kind, as far as she could tell. It surprised her that they didn't have an IV in at least. Hospitals loved to have people hooked up to a drip, in her experience. Hydration and all that being important. No catheter either.
      Taking up the pencil and paper, she began to draw again, trying to capture the look of the robes with their thick black canvas-like material. The ceiling – wood beams and painted slats – as she remembered it, white paint? The design she thought might be on the handle of the knife. It didn't make her feel any better, but maybe there would be something in one of the drawings that would help later, or let her remember something she'd forgotten.
      The nurse, a new one, since Rogers had gone home for the night, brought her food at about nine. This seemed late to her, but maybe it was just dinner time here? New world, new rules. She had to get that as fast as possible, she knew. Trying to insist that everything be the way she expected it was a losing game. Each food item got delivered on a separate tiny plate and the silverware seemed little, about half the size she was used to. Like something made for small children. It was cute and like everything here, finely made, but odd for all that. Made strange because of it, if only to her.
      The food, like all hospital food, lacked enough salt and flavor to make it interesting and curiously, there didn't seem to be any Jell-o. They did give her ice cream, a small serving of vanilla that was pretty decent. It still hurt to lift her hand to her mouth, but she managed, if slowly, eating about half before tiring of trying.
      Then the nurse came in to give her a shot and get her ready for bed.
      She set up a strange looking bed pan, allowing Gwen to go to the bathroom as the other woman stood there waiting for her to finish. It didn't take her too long, having gotten over being shy about such things as a small girl going in for regular surgeries to try and make her look better.
      Finally the nurse gave her that shot, heroin she told Gwen, just after she pushed the plunger on the metal syringe home.
      It didn't make the pain go away instantly, but over the course of an hour or so, she lost track of the discomfort and couldn't find it anymore. She drifted off to sleep, fitful, but better than just sitting in the dark would have been. This place didn't seem to have televisions in the rooms or possibly, a thought that made her a little uneasy, television at all. If not, what did they do for entertainment? Talk to each other or something? Well, Grainger had mentioned books, so maybe that was it.
      When she woke up the next day she didn't hurt that much and figured that it had all been a dream until she opened her eyes finding the same