For God’s sake, someone, please! Wake me up!
“Charlie?” The nurse was tapping gently on the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”
It was getting harder and harder to control his tangled emotions; he wanted nothing more than to burst into tears. And if that wasn’t proof that the entire world had gone crazy, he didn’t know what was.
“I’m fine!” It emerged as a choked half-sob; and then the dam burst, and he wept like a forlorn child.
When the aching spasms finally died away, he felt surprisingly better. The nurse wiped his face with a cool washcloth, and helped him back to bed. He was so drained by the emotional outburst that he didn’t even feel shame at having bawled on her ample shoulder; he just slid dreamlessly into a deep, healing sleep.
“It just doesn’t add up,” the staff psychiatrist in
