She wasn’t losing days anymore, but she was certainly losing track of them. It felt like she had been in D’Arqueham for months now, though she couldn’t say for sure if it had been that, or only a few days, or weeks, or even years. She had started therapy, at least, though her sessions were curiously short, and her therapist even shorter with her, barking out questions she wasn’t sure how to answer and talking about increasing her treatment. The pills she took had stopped her hallucinations at least, but apparently they came with a few side effects, the most prominent being that no matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t a dreadfully happy state of existence, but she had only to look at the others who shared a ward with her, the ones restraint with jackets and cuffs and muzzles, to know that she had it a lot better than some of the others.
The Queen, at least, was being a friend to her. Her other friends, from outside, still came to visit her, which she appreciated, but she found herself getting nervous about the ones who didn’t visit. Berlioz, for a start. Lorina hadn’t been back since the first day either, and her parents seemed to be doing their best to keep their distance too, something she couldn’t help worry about. They were coming to see her one day, weren’t they? Weren’t they?
She hadn’t much time to think on it that day. Valentina had invited her to play a game of chess, muttering about the colour of the pieces, and Alice sat quietly listening to her, obediently taking her place at the side of the board with the white pieces. Her daily dosage was starting to kick in, making her docile and all too willing to do what she was told, hands folded in her lap as she waited for Val to move her first pawn. At the mention of Wonderland, though, something sparked in her eyes, and she looked up sharply, mouth hanging slightly open.
"You’d really tell me about it? Of course I would!" Lately she had found it hard to visualize Wonderland the way she used to, though she supposed that was only to be expected with the pills. And that was what she wanted, right? It was what everyone else wanted for her, at least. Picking up one of her chess pieces, she began to roll it between her hands as she spoke, struggling to remember what was in Wonderland that she could ask her to describe. "Would you tell me about your castle? I mean, I know about it, a little bit, but I’d love to know more!"
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