Chapter 22

Chapter twenty two

I've been isolated for a couple of hours which stretched into days. Doctors came, prodding me with needles and an array of different medical treatments which I still didn't think I needed, but despite my extensive protests they chose not to hear a word I said. They were more unmoving than the soldiers, still I couldn't help but think that sympathy would be an admirable trait in doctors. But it all made sense now, it came clearer into perspective, this time right now I didn't have a choice in matters concerning me.

The food itself was as plain as the room, standard staple and carbohydrate based diet, repeatedly day after day until not only my will to stay here was dissolving but my appetite too.

Waiting was the worst part and I found myself doing it a lot. Waiting for some different type of food, waiting to do what I've been brought here to do, and waiting for Isaiah. I seemed to be doing that par