Prompt: without sense of time lost

“Do you know what day it is?” the doctor asked, looking down at Ezra’s chart.

Ezra blinked. “Wouldn’t that depend on how long I was unconscious?” he said. He pursed his lips and shook his head. “It was Friday when I was attacked. That’d make it Saturday, at the least.”

A faint smile touched the doctor’s lips. “The questions are meant to judge your mental capacity. It’s standard to ask when someone’s just returning to consciousness.” He looked back at the chart and made a few notations. “Do you know who the current President is?”

Ezra’s brows furrowed. He really wished they’d taking him to a Shynian hospital. “Please don’t mistake my hesitation for memory loss,” he murmured. “I’m not from here.” He gave the man an impish grin. “I could tell you who our Prime Minister is?”

The doctor chuckled softly.