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'Wakey, wakey, Mrs Mazur.' A nurse gently squeezes Amanda Mazur's right shoulder. 'Time for your medicine.'

A gorilla grips my shoulder. The sheets feel like Ron's face in the morning before he shaves. Tape rips off my eyes. Balloons and bars of light billow and burn. Can't keep my eyes open in this furnace. Shut them. Shut. Shut.

'Doctor Mazur... My name is Doctor Mazur... Please call me...'

'Yes, Mrs Mazur. It's time to wake up. For your tablets. And I think we can take the drip out soon.'

'Doctor Amanda Mazur. That's who I am. I shouldn't be here.'

'It's all right, Mrs Mazur. Now sit up, please.' 

 

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