I laid strapped in my bed and looked around the room.
Besides the picture of my savior, there was nothing else in the room besides the bed.
I tugged at one of the straps. It only tightened around my wrist. The nurse said it was for my own protection since, after all, I had tried to kill myself.
They put the straps on after my father left. He had wanted to spend the night in my room.
Dr. Mince would have nothing to do with it. "I don't think that would be wise. Greg will be going through some radical therapy over the next couple of days. We don't want friends or family members to interfere."
"I wouldn't be in the way. I just want to help my son."
"If you want to help him, you'll leave him alone to process the treatment."
"He's my son..."
"And I'm the doctor. I know what's best. I've cured thousands of men with your son's ailment."
As my Dad left, an orderly came into my room. "Dr. Mince, there's somebody here to see this patient."
"Who is it?"
"He said his name was Andrew McKinley. I think he's his partner."
The doctor looked up at the picture of Jesus. "Give them guidance, Lord,"he whispered to the picture. Then, to the orderly. "Let Mr. McKinley see the patient." They untied my straps.
Drew came in. Dr. Mince told him he could have five minutes.
The two of us just looked at each other as an orderly watched nearby.
I wanted to tell Drew to get me the hell out of here. That I was scared of what they were going to do to me. My throat still hurt to much. I motioned for the orderly to get me something to write with. He tore a piece of paper from his clip board and gave me a felt-tip pen. I wrote that I wanted my journal. I handed the piece of paper to Drew.
"I'll get it for you," he said folding the paper into his pocket. "Anything else?"
I shook my head.
He bent over and embraced me. "See you soon."
As soon as Drew left another orderly came into the room and grabbed my arms. The other one put on the straps.
I looked at the picture of Jesus as they tied me to the railing.
I thought I saw Him weep.
