1/10/03 Wednesday
It's been several days since I've wrote but I finally got around to writing…I mean I'm just soooo busy. I still can't believe my dad read it, it still pisses me off. Any who, I never knew how much sleep you get when your bored…I guess I needed it. I might get out of here today, I've been here for two days and I'm about to lose it. Taylor brought me most of my assignments, all but my algebra 2, Joshua got that. Taylor, he always complains that I'm smart but dumb at the same time, I guess he's kinda right, I do some pretty stupid shit. I still haven't figured out the point of taking advanced math, I don't see when I'll ever need it, I mean basic math yeah, but I don't think a strigori gives a shit if you know algebraic expressions. My leg still hurts a lot; I don't know if the doc made it better of worse, even the short walk across the room to the bathroom was work. She's also practically been forcing food in me, I really haven't had an appetite for days now, just eating because I was told too. The antibiotic pills taste like crap and turn my stomach but I take them any ways. Dr. Wagner says that I could be weeks or it could be months before I can go back to training, but she also said if I do what I'm suppose to do like take my medicine, don't over exercise, eat healthy, and get plenty of rest, then I should heal pretty quickly…Hopefully.
I heard a knock on the door and quickly slid my journal under my pillow. Annalisa came in with another meal; they have me eating four times a day, uh.
"Ding, Ding, Here's your gourmet brunch" she said smiling
"Oh wow, I'm just delighted" I said sarcastically. She handed me a tray with eggs, and some sort of brown thing which I'm assuming is meat, a biscuit (AN 'biscuit' English COOOOKIE!!!!), an apple, and tea. I quickly snatched up the biscuit, which was one of the few things that I actually wanted to eat, sugary goodness.
"When you're done eating, take these." Annalisa said putting a little cup with two large pills, the antibiotics, on my bedside table.
I poked at the meat for a moment "What's this?" I asked wrinkling my nose
"Its country fried stake…or so the cafeteria menu says"
"It looks like it could come to life and eat me"
"You're so picky"
"I'm not hungry"
"You're going to eat it."
"Do I have to?"
"No, but I don't think you would like the alternative" she said looking at her nails
"What's the alternative?"
"We shove a pipe down your throat and pour liquefied food into your stomach" she said casually, I cringed at the thought then shut up and ate.
Annalisa left after I ate and about an hour later Dr. Wagner came in.
"Hallo Benjamin."
"Am I getting out of this joint?"
"Yes, yes you are, under some conditions"
"Okay…"