11-15-2002, 06:01 PM
Day 9 Morning:
Jon wakes me up early this morning. He has a concerned look on his face. He asks me what the Hell they did to me so I tell him. He leaves for a moment and brings me back a cup of liquid. I bring it to my lips to take a sip but he stop me and tells me that the liquid is rubbing alcohol for my cuts. He hands me a cloth rag and I clean the crusted blood from my face with the alcohol. It hurts terribly but I know that if I don't the cuts will become infected. He says he will bring me some more food tomorrow. I thank him for his kindness and go back to my bed again.
I notice that the bread that I tossed in the corner is gone. My little friend must have found it.
Jon wakes me up early this morning. He has a concerned look on his face. He asks me what the Hell they did to me so I tell him. He leaves for a moment and brings me back a cup of liquid. I bring it to my lips to take a sip but he stop me and tells me that the liquid is rubbing alcohol for my cuts. He hands me a cloth rag and I clean the crusted blood from my face with the alcohol. It hurts terribly but I know that if I don't the cuts will become infected. He says he will bring me some more food tomorrow. I thank him for his kindness and go back to my bed again.
I notice that the bread that I tossed in the corner is gone. My little friend must have found it.