Sylvia nodded and said, "Of course, Dr. Morrow. I'd be glad."
Then she turned to Cynthia and asked, "Shall we go, Mrs. Snider?"
As they made their way to the cafeteria building, Cynthia's eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings.
She thought that the place felt like a cage.
Electric fences lined the walls of the hospital, making escape impossible. Even without the fences, those towering walls would have been insurmountable for someone like her, who was used to decades of comfort.
Cynthia's brow furrowed tighter.
Just then, Sylvia's phone buzzed. It was Sawyer calling.
She picked it up calmly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. I'll come find you when I get bored. Focus on your own stuff for now."
Sawyer said something on the other end, and Sylvia replied, "Okay. I'll take care of myself."
Cynthia's gaze locked on the phone. So, Sylvia really did have a phone. How was that even allowed?
When Sylvia hung up, she noticed Cynthia staring at her. Smiling, she said, "Every patient here has a phone."
Cynthia felt a pang in her chest. "Then why didn't Dr. Morrow let me have mine?"
Sylvia explained, "As long as you agree to stay and recover here, Dr. Morrow doesn't interfere with what we do. If you want to go out, just notify the hospital, and friends or family can pick you up."
Cynthia couldn't believe that the patients had so much freedom.
Her disbelief was obvious. "What do you mean by 'agree to stay and recover here'?"
"You need to sign an agreement," Sylvia replied.
They reached the cafeteria building and headed straight to the second floor. This was the VIP section.
VIPs were patients like Sylvia, or people of Cynthia's status, who spent lavishly.

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