The neurology ward was a welcomed sight, even though my stomach was tied in anxious knots about meeting “John Doe”. I entertained the thought that the man who had woken up may not even be Morpheus, even though there was so much proof which said otherwise. I twisted the silver bracelet on my wrist as I walked toward the nurses’ station, a nervous gesture which I didn’t even realise I was doing.
“Good morning Callie, I didn’t realise you were coming in today.” the greying nurse behind the desk smiled at me.
I smiled back at her, or at least I tried to, as I put on the apron which signified me as being a volunteer.
“Yeah, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision.” I admitted.
I listen to the woman babble on about the new interns who were going to be coming in and how she hoped that there wer
