"I don't mind," Joey smiled kindly at David. His best friend was a saint, he was used to being added to prayers. "All of you have been in mine." Joey finally took a sip of the tea before saying anything else.
"After I refused to sign, even though it would mean freedom, I was there another week. Just over. Then he got sick of me and tossed me out. Saint Anthony found me, and called an ambulance for me. I needed a lot of medical attention," he stressed, because pulling punches now wouldn't be fair. "I was in the hospital for a month and it would have bankrupted me, had my horrible parents not stepped up for the one and only time in my life and paid my bills. I had to have four surgeries. Feeding tubes. It was awful. It was almost as bad as being there. Almost. Just...the torture is medically relevant."