“Just as you padlocked 061505 with the only key, your mask will likewise be secured. Only Chief Judge Victor Hopkins will have your key.”
As I explain her fate there comes a click, click with Joanie closing the locks at the neck, right and left.
“And there are some auxiliary items. Designed for no other reason than to constantly torment you, 021507.”
Joanie retrieves the nostril tubes. I shudder knowing where and how such are applied. But the experienced nurse begins without compunction, callously pushing one tube into the left nose opening of the mask and inserting the smooth rounded end up into the nostril beneath.
“Just a little bit of pressure, then you’ll feel a bit of a pop as the bulbous end enters the sinus cavity,” the nurse lectures.
She presses without hesitation, ignoring
