We ran through some basic tests. Dr. Hemsworth checked my heart and lungs with his stethoscope, checked my eyes with an annoying flashlight pen that made me blink several times afterward. All I could see were white spots that I attempted to scrub away with the back of my hand. He proceeded to check my ears, followed by my reflexes by hitting my kneecaps with a small mallet.
“So far, so good,” Dr. Hemsworth announced, causing Judge Jackson to roll his eyes. I had glanced at Judge Jackson frequently during the examination. For some reason I was looking for reassurance from him–a glimmer of– “everything will be okay.”
But why? I can’t trust Judge Jackson as far as I can throw him. For all I know, I’ll never leave this white examination room.
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