The evening announcement went largely unheard as Gren trudged his way through the cafeteria line (protesting that he wasn't hungry never worked on his nurse) and then back to his room, which was thankfully empty.
He abandoned the tray on his desk immediately and retreated to the bed, propping himself up in the corner. Clearly, forgoing his medication that morning had been a terrible idea--his head hurt, and there was a fine shaking that took hold of him if he didn't concentrate on stopping it. And there was really no way of knowing if it would get better if he just held out.
He'd gone cold turkey once, but then he'd had the luxury of hiding someplace fairly private. He couldn't do that, here. All he could do was try to tolerate it and hope someone wouldn't mistake this for whatever it was that was spreading through the patient population.
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He abandoned the tray on his desk immediately and retreated to the bed, propping himself up in the corner. Clearly, forgoing his medication that morning had been a terrible idea--his head hurt, and there was a fine shaking that took hold of him if he didn't concentrate on stopping it. And there was really no way of knowing if it would get better if he just held out.
He'd gone cold turkey once, but then he'd had the luxury of hiding someplace fairly private. He couldn't do that, here. All he could do was try to tolerate it and hope someone wouldn't mistake this for whatever it was that was spreading through the patient population.