[ 14 Days Later ]
Time inside this house seemed to crawl significantly slower than the outside world. But it wasn't the slow, lingering crawl of happiness. It was the suffocating crawl of a torture that devoured my soul piece by piece.
I sat in my usual dark corner of the living room. My eyes were fixed on the red adhesive tape stuck to the wooden floorboards.
The boundary line Doctor Kram had drawn on the very first day. The line dividing the world of the patient from the world of a disease like me.
My physical body had recovered remarkably well. The surgical wound had sealed, leaving a thick, raised scar.
But the wound in my heart festered deeper every single day.
"Open your mouth. Just a little more."
The soft, gentle voice echoed from across the red line.
