Judge Jackson
I glared at the young woman who peacefully slept in the hospital bed beside me after a long afternoon and evening of testing. I was shocked by her willingness to participate, and suspected more whining and crying, yet, she didn’t drop a single tear.
Good. Crying is an annoyance I don’t have the patience to deal with. I have bigger matters to consider, like if it’s possible I’ve killed thousands of innocent people.
Imani shifted in the bed, throwing her arm over her head as she snored softly. I checked my watch and knew Dr. Hemsworth would barge in and wake her from her peaceful slumber.
She needs to eat.
I rose from the chair that doubled as my bed for the evening and stretched until my bones creaked. I passed the foot of her bed and double backed when I noticed her f
