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the room twice. There was no relief. He had rung the bell twice for
painkillers but no one had come. He wanted to drive a broken bottle
through Arman’s throat. He wanted to jam an injection in his arm. Pop a
pill. Snort a line of cocaine. Get fucked up again. He had tried getting down
from the bed but had fallen. His body went numb with pain.
He started to cough violently, and pressed the button twice. Reluctantly,
he pulled the curtain away and groaned, ‘Pihu.’
‘Huh … Yes?’ Pihu woke up from her sleep.
‘I coughed.’
‘So?’ She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake the sleep off.
‘It’s blood,’ he said and pointed to a pool of blood at the foot of his bed.
