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cruelly heavy, and she opened the book from where she had stuck small

yellow and red Post-its.
‘I will be outside if you need anything,’ her dad said.
She nodded. Her mother took the couch and scrunched up to fit in. The

room suddenly felt silent. The medical instrument beeped. Beep. Beep. The
drips dripped. Drip. Drip. She rustled through the yellowed pages. There

were diagrams and pictures. Her eyes widened. It was fascinating as well as
disgusting. Dushyant was snoring now.

Pihu read through the night. Near morning, she fell asleep.