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           Shenodsagainandrepeats,"...needsnomoremedication."Herfaceissmiling,pitying,patient,anddisgustedallatonce—atrainedexpression.

           McMurphy’sneverseensuchathing."What’shegotwrongwithhim?"heasks.

           Shekeepshereyeonthepuddle,notturningtoMcMurphy."Mr.Sefeltisanepileptic,Mr.McMurphy.Thismeanshemaybesubjecttoseizureslikethisatanytimeifhedoesn’tfollowmedicaladvice.Heknowsbetter.We’dtoldhimthiswouldhappenwhenhedidn’ttakehismedication.Still,hewillinsistonactingfoolish."

           Fredricksoncomesoutofthelinewithhiseyebrowsbristling.He’sasinewy,bloodlessguywithblondhairandstringyblondeyebrowsandalongjaw,andheactstougheverysooftenthewayCheswickusedtotrytodo—roarandrantandcussoutoneofthenurses,sayhe’sgonnaleavethisstinkin’place!Theyalwayslethimyellandshakehisfisttillhequietsdown,thenaskhimifyouarethrough,Mr.Fredrickson,we’llgostarttypingtherelease—thenmakebookintheNurses’Stationhowlongit’llbetillhe’stappingattheglasswithaguiltylookandaskingtoapologizeandhowaboutjustforgettingthosehotheadedthingshesaid,justpigeonholethoseoldformsforadayorso,okay?

           Hestepsuptothenurse,shakinghisfistather."Oh,isthatit?Isthatit,huh?YougonnacrucifyoldSeefjustasifhewasdoingittospiteyouorsomething?"

           Shelaysacomfortinghandonhisarm,andhisfistunrolls.

           "It’sokay,Bruce.Yourfriendwillbeallright.