"Not a clue. Last thing I remember, I was in a bit of a tight spot. Then I was here. At first I thought they were cause and effect - that I'd been hurt - but now I'm sure they're not."
To be honest, John no longer had any idea why he was in the hospital. It seemed completely arbitrary, as if he'd been committed because he happened to be in the wrong spot at the wrong time. Zoe's bark made him glance over, but Watson didn't leap off the bench. Instead, he curled his fingers around the seat. If Zoe were going to go intervene, he'd follow, but he wasn't going to go stir up trouble if it weren't necessary.
"Where are we? I'm a medical doctor - granted, I'm not familiar with hospitals in the United States, but there's something wrong about this place. Even psychotherapists take an oath."