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Chapter 27
Itriedtoignorehim,buthekeptrunningaroundinfrontofwhicheverwayIturned,likealittlekid,holdingthatemptyhandcuppedouttome.
McMurphytalkedawhileaboutthefight,andmybackgottohurtingmoreandmore..I’dhunkeredinmychairinthecornerforsolongthatitwashardtostandstraightverylong.IwasgladwhenalittlelapnursecametotakeusintotheNurses’StationandIgotachancetositandrest.
Sheaskedifwewerecalmenoughforhertotakeoffthecuffs,andMcMurphynodded.Hehadslumpedoverwithhisheadhungandhiselbowsbetweenhiskneesandlookedcompletelyexhausted—ithadn’toccurredtomethatitwasjustashardforhimtostandstraightasitwasforme.
Thenurse—aboutasbigasthesmallendofnothingwhittledtoafinepoint,asMcMurphyputitlater—undidourcuffsandgaveMcMurphyacigaretteandgavemeastickofgum.ShesaidsherememberedthatIchewedgum.Ididn’trememberheratall.McMurphysmokedwhileshedippedherlittlehandfullofpinkbirthdaycandlesintoajarofsalveandworkedoverhiscuts,flinchingeverytimeheflinchedandtellinghimshewassorry.Shepickeduponeofhishandsinbothofhersandturneditoverandsalvedhisknuckles."Whowasit?"sheasked,lookingattheknuckles."WasitWashingtonorWarren?"
McMurphylookedupather."Washington,"hesaidandgrinned."TheChiefheretookcareofWarren."
Sheputhishanddownandturnedtome.Icouldseethelittlebirdbonesinherface.
