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Show 26 But no. "I" am not confined to anything. My body is. "I" am much more than my body. It is later and I cannot sleep because of the threat and now that they have placed me in bed I can only strain to listen to the air in the hallway outside my door, hoping not to hear it pleating with Muriel's sneaking to my room. It is silent. It is morning and I must have slept in spite of my fears because I am hearing running coming up the hallway and the sunlight streaming through my window does not calm my rising panic that they will not reach my room before she does. But it is not she mshing into my room. It is instead a blur of people in scrubs pushing a red cart hasting past my doorway and there is a tremendous tumultuous cacophony of professional voices ordering the events into something they can manage more easily. "Tear his shirt!" someone is yelling tersely and there is a ripping. "Clear!" and I hear a loud slapping. And again. And yet again. The air is sparking with electricity and the scattered and disturbed emotions of all those within hearing distance, and I now notice the sound of doors being snapped closed, one by one. When the intern reaches my door I see her whitened face and ask her what is happening but her lips |
