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are"What does that have to do with anything?"
Vander shrugged, and before Five knew it the orderly was pushing him between a maze of hospital beds of NCB<sup>iii</a></sup> composites, filled with the writhing sick. Five saw sunken eyes and collapsed cheeks. Some patients sat on the floor in their backless smocks, with blue veins and pointed spinal columns exposed. One of these patients, a woman in her middle ages, hair thinned out on her head to expose her scalp, scratched all over her body in a way so uncomfortable it resembled a type of primitive dance, something associated with evil spirits and the cleansing of the soul. It was improbable the orderly could maneuver between these patients so deftly, but Five had only his eyes to believe. When the orderly managed to get them into an elevator, after several cars packed to capacity would not let them on, and not for a want of trying, Vander managed to squeeze his own skinny body along with them.
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