Dear Andrew

Today was ok. At first I was a little freaked out when they told me we were switching sections. I knew the patients in my wing were expected to recover and could be significantly more independent, so when they told me I was moved to the East Wing I couldn't help but feel a little panicked. The East Wing is the final resting place for the patients that reside there. Some are missing limbs. Others are blind. But most are just delusional. My instructor assigned the rooms to me and I walked off towards them, weary of what awaited before me.