He walked out of the doctor's office.
'This is insane. This is so insane.'
He kept walking, his feet moving down the hallway automatically. The white walls, the smell of cleaner, the quiet squeak of his own shoes... it was all background noise.
'What am I supposed to do? What am I even thinking?'
The doctor's words just replayed in his head. Release her into your care. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a live grenade someone had just handed him.
He stopped in front of her door. Room 307.
He just stood there, staring at the number. He didn't want to go in. He was terrified. A part of him, the old Kofi, the one who was good at being invisible, was screaming at him to just turn around. To walk out of the hospital, go home, and pretend this whole day never happened.
But he couldn't.
The image of that house, of her on the floor... it was burned into his brain now. He couldn't unsee it.
He took a breath. It didn't help. His heart was beating like crazy.
