"You don't like hospitals."
He never has. It isn't just about Sam. It isn't just about his mother. It's about unobservant nurses and the occasional too observant doctor. It's about loneliness and boredom and eerie almost-quiet.
And it's about Sam. It's about horrible memories replaced by one memory. One singular soul-crushing memory. The same relentless, terrible memory over and over and over.
The handcuffs are frankly a relief. Something new, something else to think about. But when the escape is that easy and it feels that good, it's suddenly his father he's seeing, instead of his son, and he isn't sure that's any better.
From The Nigerian Job