THE man in the bed beside me was going to die. The nurses knew there was nothing that could be done for him, and most of the patients knew it too. All day long he had lain there straining, and trying to breathe. Sweat rolled down his face and he caught his breath with a high, sucking sound...
Sketch: Vol. 14
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