In retrospect, Thursday should have suspected for his good day, his actually spectacularly good day complete with real conversations with people, would be followed by at least a relatively bad one.
The voices were active like they normally only were at night, the tinnitus rising with them until the shrill noise left him almost effectively deaf to anything else. He refused to drink anything, even juice, and gagged on the staff’s weak attempt to drive away the developing head ache because his mouth was too dry to swallow the medicine, and he wasn’t about to wash it down with anything even vaguely liquid.
So, he stayed in his room, staring thoughtlessly at the opposite wall, not reacting when anyone stepped in, except when a nurse came in with a plastic cup of juice for him, which he responded to by eyeing the cup like it was a snake let loose in his room and quietly moving to the space on the floor that was as far away from it as possible.
Later in the day, dehydration set in, his head ache becoming so severe that he was left crying quietly on the floor of his room from the pain. His friends stopped visiting, accepting that it was just one of those days. Hedge hadn’t stopped by, Thursday noted in one of his brief clear moments that day, and he figured it was probably a bad day for him too.
The nurses tried to force him to drink something, which Thursday responded to by crying and begging and finally screaming, a sound that was shrill and mournful, and the occasional new nurse always wondered out loud how that could come from a human. He was eventually left alone with the litany of the staff saying that they’d just put an IV in him if again he didn’t come to. They didn’t bother trying to get him to take a bath, and he missed his group meeting.
The guard that came to check in on everyone before locking the doors for the night poked his head in Thursday’s room and was met with the patient’s form crumpled on the floor.
Thursday did come to in the morning, greedily drinking all the juice that was still waiting patiently on his nightstand, and watching quietly as a nurse boiled water in an electric kettle to make him tea. He didn’t talk to her as she waited with him for the tea to cool, it was too early for that, but he was feeling better for the time.