Chapter 42: Hopeless

At the end of the night, Dr. Page took Jonathan back to his room. Page was silent, and once Jonathan was inside, he closed and locked the door behind him without a word.

Jonathan was truly numb to the world now, unfeeling. The sky was beginning to lighten outside, but the sun wasn’t rising just yet. He sat on the edge of the bed, facing the room.

‘This is what I have to look forward to for what’s left of my life,’ he thought. The bare room and Page degrading and demeaning him every night until he tired of it.

‘I’m dead already. As good as, at any rate.’ He rose, shakily, from the bed. ‘So, what to do with the time left?’

He paced the room, forcing himself to keep moving despite the aching in his joints. At odd intervals, he examined different parts of the room closer, looking for anything, anything at all to do, to use, to help himself.