It's very quiet here; he can hear his own heartbeat and breathing. Except for meal times, no one comes all day.
Sometimes the pain is unbearable, and he asks for medication.
The supervision here is strict; fearing suicide, medication is delivered dose by dose, each time controlled.
This time is no exception.
He requested medication and a cup of plain water.
If he wanted to commit suicide, he wouldn't wait until he came in to do so.
If he could be sentenced to fifteen years, he could continue living afterward, so why would he commit suicide?
He swallowed the medication with plain water.
After taking the medication, his physical condition improves significantly, and his headache lessens, but mentally and physically, this place is a prison to him.
When the lights are off, it's pitch black, you can't see anything.
He had anticipated such days long ago, thinking he would quickly adapt, but even after several months, he still hasn't adapted.
