Chapter Nineteen
Matilda stares straight ahead her eyes are wide open and bloodshot. Tears stream down her cheeks. She sits with her chin resting in a small sling attached to a pair of short clinical binoculars mounted in a metal frame on a small bench. Her long blond hair is tied up high.
A nurse is sitting opposite and slowly picks at Matilda’s left eye with silver tweezers as she looks at her through the binoculars. Matilda has butterfly stitches across her forehead and cheeks holding her cut skin together, on her yellow, Iodine stained face.
“Now this is very strange. I can hear and see you picking at my eye, but I feel nothing. It’s like you are scraping something off my sunglasses. This is actually not too bad. If I stop thinking about what you are doing, I mean, pulling glass and
