It was just starting to get light out when Phelps woke up again.
He stared blankly at the blanket covering him, not knowing what had happened.
Quietly slipping out of the room, Phelps saw the assistant doctor fast asleep behind the front desk.
Not wanting to disturb him, Phelps tiptoed toward the exit.
"You're awake?"
The voice from behind made Phelps jump. He turned his head to see the assistant doctor sitting up, rubbing his eyes.
Phelps nodded, then hesitated for a moment before asking how he had ended up sleeping here.
"You don't remember? Oh, right, did Dr. Chen give you sleeping pills or something? You were sleeping like the dead." The assistant doctor stretched and asked. He had checked on Phelps several times during the night, and the man was sleeping like a log.
"No, he didn't."
