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This was what she could remember:
A steadily beeping machine, casters rattling against the linoleum floor, a man’s voice reciting numbers. Fiberglass ceiling panels, an opaque curtain, her own feet in unfamiliar socks.
She took a mental inventory, repeating the list to herself again, as if the scenery could generate a logic of its own. A beeping machine, casters rattling, a man’s voice, a fiberglass ceiling, an opaque curtain, socks. A beeping machine, casters rattling, a man’s voice, a fiberglass ceiling…
She worked quickly to establish the facts, fighting against a heavy fog. Something had happened; she was in a hospital; she would have to let Andie know that she was here; Brutus would have to be fed. Her eyes skipped around a white room.
She tried to say all this, to open her mo
