Jason went where he was led, flanked on each side by orderlies in scrubs. His gaze was downcast, even though he was told he was being allowed him and dressed in the clothes he wore when he was pulled from the street, he wouldn't believe them until he passed through the doors.
His arm ached when he reached for the pen and scribbled his initials next to the highlighted marks on each page. He could almost hear his mother scold him for signing things without reading him, but he was too tired to care.