Eddie had never given any thought to what the inside of his mind would look like, but when he sank into it with Dan, he gave a hollow, bitter laugh at the realization. A hospital. Of course. He'd spent so much of his young life in doctor's offices and emergency rooms while his mother sought treatment for the things she said were wrong with him.
Yeah, I'm good. He moved closer to that guarded door, running his fingers along it. He knew what was inside. He just leaned against it a second, rested his forehead there against the wood of the door. It rattled and he pulled away, leaving it. Not today.
What are we looking for? he asked Dan as he followed down the hall, looking into windows on doors as they passed. Files, memories of doctor visits. Himself in countless beds and gurneys.