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           SheturnedandwalkedintotheNurses’Stationandclosedthedoorbehindher,leavingashrill,killing-coldsoundringinginthetubesoflightoverourheads.

           FirstIhadaquickthoughttotrytostophim,talkhimintotakingwhathe’dalreadywonandletherhavethelastround,butanother,biggerthoughtwipedthefirstthoughtawaycompletely.IsuddenlyrealizedwithacrystalcertaintythatneitherInoranyofthehalf-scoreofuscouldstophim.ThatHarding’sarguingormygrabbinghimfrombehind,oroldColonelMatterson’steachingorScanlon’sgriping,orallofustogethercouldn’triseupandstophim.

           Wecouldn’tstophimbecauseweweretheonesmakinghimdoit.Itwasn’tthenursethatwasforcinghim,itwasourneedthatwasmakinghimpushhimselfslowlyupfromsitting,hisbighandsdrivingdownontheleatherchairarms,pushinghimup,risingandstandinglikeoneofthosemoving-picturezombies,obeyingordersbeamedathimfromfortymasters.Itwasusthathadbeenmakinghimgoonforweeks,keepinghimstandinglongafterhisfeetandlegshadgivenout,weeksofmakinghimwinkandgrinandlaughandgoonwithhisactlongafterhishumorhadbeenparcheddrybetweentwoelectrodes.