All my fears and more were realized after last night’s entry, except one. I’m not writing this entry from the infirmary. That’s the only boon I have right now.

I don’t even know where to start.

Regan’s appointment with Nurse Gunderson was today, after dinner. I don’t know exactly what happened because I wasn’t there, but from what I heard it was the worst thing that could have happened.

When Nurse Gunderson came in with her kit to give Regan her booster, Regan freaked out and started bouncing all over the room to get away from her. I heard she even threw a glass container of tongue depressors at Nurse Gunderson before she knocked her down and ran out of the med office.

They caught her at the fence, trying her best to scale it in her hospital slippers, her feet and fingers raw against the metal. They pulled her down and dragged her back to the office, screaming, where they gave her a triple dose. No one knows what happened to her after that. I haven’t seen her all day. She hasn’t been back to our room.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. An aide from Warden Powers’ office told me to go see him after dinner tonight and I’m sure he’s going to punish me for what Regan did. Jack comes in just a few days and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to meet him. Even if they let me see him, I’m sure I’m going to be almost comatose with the dose they give me.

How could things get any worse?