1. From the operating room they are brought back into the Willow’s working wards, these bandaged heaps from the operating tables, these heaps that once were breathing like a new-born baby and these heaps that were lost due to some unfortunate circumstances. The clean beds of the ward are turned back to receive them, to receive the motionless, bandaged heaps that are lifted, shoved, or rolled from the stretchers to the beds. Again, and again, all day long – it felt like ages, the procession of stretchers comes into the wards. The foremost bearer kicks open the door with his knee, weak like a president’s promise, and lets in ahead of him a blast of winter rain, throwing chaos in to the room as papers and charts start to dance on the table. Someone bangs the door shut! The unconscious form is loaded on the bed which resembles a cloud but he is heavy and the bed slumps under his weight.
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