Chapter 52 · for subscribers
Nine days she had moved people across that water because the water was the one wall the hospital could not paint over. It had never occurred to her to wonder what the water was to a patient of Ward 9. It would not have her. It held her up like a bundle of rubbish against the wall and gave her back to her own side of the klong, twice, and then a third time, and the third time she stopped trying.
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