Later
He sat on the bed in his room. He was not allowed to like or dislike most things—better not to think like that at all—but he liked being in the room. It was all right to think that. It wasn't Bad.
The door opened and the doctor stood outside. He tensed a little, waiting for the doctor's voice, waiting to be needed.
'You can leave if you want,' the doctor said. 'No one is going to stop you.'
The doctor walked away.
He turned his back to the door and remained still. Maybe he had done something that needed to be punished. He didn't remember, but he remembered so little.
(Why would he leave?)
TBC…