Det. Jason Proulx::New York City, New York::Entry 4

I hate hospitals. There's all kinds of dangerous things at a hospital you can't control and yet here they are behind some door or in some bottle. What creeps me out even more so is how everything is on display filed away on floors and rooms like a menagerie of human disparity. All of which made my vigil at Miss Bernhard's bedside out of the ordinary. May be I was just sorry that she had lost 2 people who would be in my place, or perhaps me being the last person she made a connection with before she lost consciousness made me feel responsible temporarily. I'm not sure but now I wait to figure out why..