Every day is the same.
Even when it isn’t.
Always the same.
Always walking the edge of sanity.
The loneliness is slowly making him bitter.
He sleeps in a room that isn’t his.
He uses supplies that aren’t his.
It occurs to him that sometimes
even his body and soul
seem to belong to other people.
Simon Tam is slowly dissolving into nothing.
He can still remember the names of every bone in the human body.
But if someone were to ask him who Simon Tam is…
he wouldn’t have the slightest idea what to say.
He smiles and shakes his head.
This is not the time for self-pity.
There is work to do.
And when he’s done
cleaning the Infirmary
it will be time for dinner.
Sleep, eat, work.