"Paging Doctor Reed. Doctor Reed to room one forty three. Doctor Reed." I immediately recognized my room number, and was glad the lengthy wait would soon be over. The voice echoed through the hospital. Sitting atop an examination table, alone in a sterile room, I focused on the bustling sounds beyond the locked door. It helped me forget the fact that, save for a paper gown that concealed nothing, I was completely naked. Vulnerable. Somewhere, my bloodied Star Wars pajamas were either being washed out, or thrown away. He studied a chart on a clip board, smiling all the while. "Okay." Time passed.