V The Witness in the Ward
The bed in Room 312 faced the window, and from that window I could see everything that happened in the ward without having to participate in it. That was my advantage, being seventy-two years old and bedridden with pneumonia, surrounded by younger and more active people who had come to the hospital for reasons that were more complicated than mine.I observed them all. The nurse who had a tattoo...
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