Eldin stared at him blankly, not understanding what that had to do with it.
“You’ve been known to walk in your sleep,” he elaborated. “The orderlies have caught you doing yourself damage more than once.”
“I’m not dreaming now, am I?”
“No,” Doctor Stewart mumbled. He walked cautiously to Eldin’s side and began to undo the straps. Once untied, he left the straps hanging down Eldin’s back. He glanced nervously at the cracked door while Eldin shook the jacket off.
Eldin went about removing the jacket slowly, his shoulders were stiff, his muscles tight. He wondered briefly how long they had kept him wrapped up. He worked the jacket until it cleared his shoulders, then it slid easily down his scrawny arms and landed on his bare feet.
The first thing he noticed was his smell, the fetid
