My friend got moved to a new room today, on a different floor, with different nurses and stricter rules about calls and visits. She called while I was driving home on my lunch break, so I didn’t know that my phone was vibrating. She sounded worried and sad in her message. She said she’d try to call back this evening, and wasn’t sure how I’d even be able to contact her. She left a number, which I called as soon as I got her message. It was busy, so I kept trying and trying. After a couple of minutes, I finally got through, but instead of my friend I found myself talking to a disoriented stoner guy.

Worried. Concerned. Frustrated.

Dammit.