A naked man walking the corridor”Adam?” Nothing.

“Adam!” I got out of bed. I was shaking, and my clothes were gone.

“Adam?” My voice trembled. Had he stolen my clothes? No, he loved me—had made love to me. I opened the bedroom door.

“Adam?” I crossed the threshold on wobbly legs. Where was he? Everything looked differently from yesterday, and it smelled of antiseptics. Antiseptics scared me.

“Adam,” I whispered and peeked into the next room, seeing several restrained people in white hospital gowns.

“Sir, you’re not allowed out here. Wait in your room for your medications.”

I squinted at his name tag. Adam.

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