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Chapter 5
"Andme!Andme!"
Itwasbetterthanshe’ddreamed.Theywereallshoutingtooutdooneanother,goingfurtherandfurther,nowayofstopping,tellingthingsthatwouldn’teverletthemlookoneanotherintheeyeagain.ThenursenoddingateachconfessionandsayingYes,yes,yes.
ThenoldPetewasonhisfeet."I’mtired!"waswhatheshouted,astrong,angrycoppertonetohisvoicethatnoonehadeverheardbefore.
Everyonehushed.Theyweresomehowashamed.Itwasasifhehadsuddenlysaidsomethingthatwasrealandtrueandimportantandithadputalltheirchildishholleringtoshame.TheBigNursewasfurious.Sheswiveledandglaredathim,thesmiledrippingoverherchin;she’djusthaditgoingsogood.
"SomebodyseetopoorMr.Bancini,"shesaid.
Twoorthreegotup.Theytriedtosoothehim,pathimonhisshoulder.ButPetewasn’tbeinghushed."Tired!Tired!"hekepton.
Finallythenursesentoneoftheblackboystotakehimoutofthedayroombyforce.Sheforgotthattheblackboysdidn’tholdanycontroloverpeoplelikePete.
Pete’sbeenaChronicallhislife.Eventhoughhedidn’tcomeintothehospitaltillhewasbetterthanfifty,he’dalwaysbeenaChronic.Hisheadhastwobigdents,oneoneachside,wherethedoctorwhowaswithhismotherathorningtimepinchedhisskulltryingtopullhimout.
