Wait….. this wasn’t his bed. Matt knew that right away. The smells were all wrong, the feel all wrong, and he knew his pillow wasn’t so…. hard. In fact, everything smelled wrong. Everything was wrong. Sitting up, frowning, he tried to pinpoint exactly what it was that was off and then….
It was like being wrapped up in a blanket. Everything was less. Touch, smell, hearing… What the hell? Swinging his legs off the bed, he felt around, looking for his cane, any cane.
Okay…. Mattress. Follow that to the … bedside table. No cane. Stand up and follow the mattress to a … desk. Running the back of his fingers over the wood, he frowned. Still no cane. Where was he? What was going on? That’s, of course, when the door opened and startled him. He hadn’t heard anyone coming. Was it because he hadn’t been paying attention?
“Goodness, Mr. Murdock. You’ve certainly slept in, haven’t you? Missed two meals and all sorts of chances to make some new friends. Come along now. We’ll go on to the Sun Room.” The cheerful, female voice wasn’t one he recognized, but the smell of ‘hospital’ was everywhere. She was a …nurse? Doctor?
“I’m sorry miss, but… What’s going on? Where am I?” The woman made a tsking sound. “How quickly we forget, hm? You’re in Landel’s Mental Hospital. Don’t you remember? You were brought here not too long ago.”
A mental hospital? That didn’t seem right… This whole thing didn’t seem right. Matt debated on demanding a more logical explanation or just going along for now. It might be in his better interest to play along for the moment and find out what he could first. He smiled slightly. “Oh, of course. I forgot. May I have my cane?”
That tsking sound again. “Mr. Murdock, you know we can’t allow you to have something like that until you can prove to us that you can be trusted with it.”
“What? Ma’am, I assure you I-“ She cut him off.
“There will be plenty of time for that later, now take my elbow and I’ll tell you all about your new, hopefully temporary home.”
It was like being wrapped up in a blanket. Everything was less. Touch, smell, hearing… What the hell? Swinging his legs off the bed, he felt around, looking for his cane, any cane.
Okay…. Mattress. Follow that to the … bedside table. No cane. Stand up and follow the mattress to a … desk. Running the back of his fingers over the wood, he frowned. Still no cane. Where was he? What was going on? That’s, of course, when the door opened and startled him. He hadn’t heard anyone coming. Was it because he hadn’t been paying attention?
“Goodness, Mr. Murdock. You’ve certainly slept in, haven’t you? Missed two meals and all sorts of chances to make some new friends. Come along now. We’ll go on to the Sun Room.” The cheerful, female voice wasn’t one he recognized, but the smell of ‘hospital’ was everywhere. She was a …nurse? Doctor?
“I’m sorry miss, but… What’s going on? Where am I?” The woman made a tsking sound. “How quickly we forget, hm? You’re in Landel’s Mental Hospital. Don’t you remember? You were brought here not too long ago.”
A mental hospital? That didn’t seem right… This whole thing didn’t seem right. Matt debated on demanding a more logical explanation or just going along for now. It might be in his better interest to play along for the moment and find out what he could first. He smiled slightly. “Oh, of course. I forgot. May I have my cane?”
That tsking sound again. “Mr. Murdock, you know we can’t allow you to have something like that until you can prove to us that you can be trusted with it.”
“What? Ma’am, I assure you I-“ She cut him off.
“There will be plenty of time for that later, now take my elbow and I’ll tell you all about your new, hopefully temporary home.”
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