Chapter 25

I heard a soft knock and a nurse coming in. When I opened my eyes, she smiled at me. I sat down to settle for a while, then followed her back to Dr. Veracious's office. The same canvas still sat in the corner, the painting untouched since before lunch. I smiled. I suppose he's too afraid to touch it, as it's not yet dry. There was a notebook waiting for me, he gestured for me to sit in front of him.

"This is for thought work," Dr. Veracious said. "We'll talk through it together first," he smiled at me. "Will start simple," he said. "Earlier today, you said something that stood out to me: 'I can't feel anything at all.' Can we unpack that?"