Henri woke up finding himself feeling refreshed. He looked around the small room – it was dirty and dry – somehow reminding him of a prison cell. Next to him was another bed - empty. "Wha-… what's going on 'ere?!"
A nurse, hearing him, rushed into the room and over to his side, "No need to worry, young man. You're safe here. Your friends brought you over to rest."
"To… rest?" Henri said, still puzzled.
"You're at Dr. Franklin's Pennsylvania Hospital. We're here to take care of you until you're better," She told him.
Henri lied back down still a little uneasy. His memory of this came back to him in flash. "Oh… right." He looked up at the nurse a little embarrassed.
"Would you like some breakfast?" She asked him.
"It's morning, already?" He frowned.
"10 a.m. You slept late – you needed it though. You seemed half dead when you came in." She laughed to herself at the inappropriate saying. Henri seemed a bit miffed.
"We have milk and fresh eggs," She announced.
Henri nodded giving her permission. She left the basement cell.
"Vhat is vrong vith me?" He asked himself out loud. He lied down and stared at the ceiling. It had a few cracks in it. Henri concentrated on them until his eyes became blurry.
"Here we go… a nice little breakfast for the new crazy patient." She said cheerily coming back in. She gave him the plate of eggs and his drink.
"Merci… euhh, crazy?" Henri realized what she said.
"'course! You're a lunatic. And don't you worry – we'll get you started on hydrotherapy today. You'll be feeling good as new! Well, mm, that's what we're reachin' for." She shrugged and walked out leaving Henri behind to ponder.
Henri shuddered in fright and put his breakfast on the floor beside him. "I've got to get out of 'ere!" Something about the place, despite it being a hospital, made Henri feel very, very unsafe.