A nurse came with breakfast the next day, shortly followed by Cody’s parents with shirts and pajamas. He finished his food and changed in the bathroom. It felt better to wear real clothes, even if they were baggy and not his style at all. At least he didn’t have anyone to impress. There were no friends to be cheered up by or guys to look sexy for. There were only doctors and nurses, his parents, and the cops outside. His mom and dad chatted about the weather and their hotel room, trying to keep the conversation going, but Cody couldn’t muster much interest. He eyed the clock continually, switching between wishing it would never reach eleven and willing it to speed up. For the first time, he understood undecided voters making up their minds in the voting booth. Eleven would come, and he wo