By Stormbound
He must have seen the confusion in my eyes as he asked, “Wondering where Brad is?”
I nodded my head in reply, my numbed voice useless even if I had been allowed to use it. After all the plan had been to let me out of the suit this morning and switch places back with Josh. The bald orderly sneered before replying “Well he’s busy right now, one of the other patients had an episode this morning and Brad had to help restrain and clean him, so you’re stuck with good old Pete this morning.”
I felt some relief that Brad hadn’t abandoned me as Pete led me out of the room into the hallway where there was a strange looking wheelchair waiting. He told me to sit down in it. Once I was seated, he proceeded to secure me into the chair with straps across my chest, lap, and holding my arms and legs in place. As I was pushed down the corridor and then out of the restricted wing, I realized I would have to endure this harsh uniform and pretend to be Josh just a little longer than planned.
