![]() ![]() The nurse either didn’t hear her or didn’t heed her. The young woman in the bed turned to the nurse, but she too was leaving. He smiled coldly and pushed the curtain aside. He stood up, holding out his palms in appeasement. ![]() Then she turned to the man at the bedside and said something to him in a sharper tone. ![]() She said something in a foreign language and smoothed out the thin blanket. A nurse? She leaned over the bed and smiled warmly. A woman in a white headscarf and white jacket stepped through. Then the curtain on her left swished open. “Madame Weel-cock,” he said for the fourth time. His face had the puffed, plastic curves of a baby doll. A man in what looked like a military uniform sat in a chair pulled up to the bed, leaning forward onto his thighs and watching her intently. She was lying in an uncomfortable bed flanked by two dirty curtains. She shut her eye.Ī shrill beeping sounded from somewhere. Her vision was crossed by a blurred figure in white. Her left eyelid wrenched open, and warm yellow light flooded into the crack. ![]()
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