You're gonna be fine, trust me." Trust me, trust me.
A few minutes ago." "How do you feel?" "Like someone crushed my skull." "Close. But why?" "When did you wake up?" Arnie found a switch, and a light came on beside the bed.
"Where am I, Arnie?" "You're in the hospital, Rick." "Got that. "It's me, Rick, thank God you're awake." Arnie the agent, always there at the important moments. "Arnie?" he said with a weak, scratchy voice, then he swallowed. Are you awake?" The voice was familiar, and quickly a face followed it. Hot bolts of pain hit his skull and neck and he groaned loudly.
Then he made the mistake of trying to move, just a slight adjustment of the head, and it didn't work. There was a voice in the distance, out in the hallway. He noticed a tube dangling to his left, running down to his hand, then disappearing up somewhere behind him. He was lying on his back and pinned down by firmly tucked sheets. Then he opened them, and for a long silent minute or so he managed to keep the lids apart and focus on his cloudy little world. He closed his eyes again even that was painful. The room was dark, but sunlight was trying to creep around the blinds covering the window.
It was narrow and hard and there were shiny metal railings standing sentrylike along the sides, preventing escape. Urn:oclc:780106761 Republisher_operator Scandate 20111213145324 Scanner 1 It was a hospital bed, that much appeared certain, though certainty was coming and going. OL77009W Page-progression lr Page_number_confidence 93.57 Pages 282 Ppi 514 Related-external-id urn:isbn:0099557266 Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 23:19:13 Boxid IA108922 Boxid_2 CH132521 Camera Canon EOS 5D Mark II City New York Containerid_2 X0001 Donorįriendsofthesanfranciscopubliclibrary Edition 1st ed.
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