Insanity

insanity - 13

How did Ander Brown know my name, I kept thinking once I started to wake again. I distinctly remember me not telling him my name; and I know that I have not met since yesterday; that was it, so how could he possibly know my name. 

My restraints don't feel as tight as they were before, I look around the room with blurry vision, blinking my eyes continuously until they start to focus and I notice somebody in a chair next to my bed, it's Ander, why is he here, what is he still doing here?

"What are you doing here?" I croak, and he looks up from his phone, he doesn't smile, but there's something about he's face, I don't know quite what it is, but if it is as though he wants to smile, but for what, I do not know. 

"Well, I said I'd talk to you again, did I not Mercy?" He questions and his eyes turn challenging, as though daring me to say something to spite him. 

"But that's just it Ander Brown, here you are while I'm restrained and formally subjected to insanity, I am insane and yet you sit and talk so casually to me, like we're old friends; but before I question that, I want to know, how can you possibly know my name? Because, as I recall, I had never told it to you." I say in a harsh matter; the left side of his lips tilt upwards just a fraction, but once again, I wouldn't know why, does he find me funny even though I am not joking at all. 

"Oh Mercy, I would think it hard to forget that you wear those hospital bands all the time; you know? Those ones that conveniently have your name printed on it," he points to my wrist closest to him, which just so happens to be my left wrist with the hospital band on it; now I feel like a complete idiot for not remembering that I have to wear this all the time. 

I don't respond though, I give him a blank look then repeat the question I'd asked earlier on, "Ander, what are you doing here?"

"I already answered that question Mercy, care to ask another, I all for this twenty-questions we've got going so far," he muses, then crosses his arms and puts his feet up on the end of my bed, where I cannot move my legs because they are also restrained. 

"No Ander, you dodged the question, what are you really doing here?" I prod, his face turns expressionless for a second then he looks away and out the window.

"Not yet Mercy, I can't tell you, not yet," he whispers, hardly loud enough for me to hear.