"I remember he just got discharged yesterday, right?"
"I think so too... why is he back again?"
"Does this guy really have something wrong in the head? Or does he actually like it here, coming back so soon."
"Shh, quiet, we can't discriminate against patients."
"Oh, oh, oh."
"But... does he really have that kind of thought, taking a fancy to one of us?"
"But didn't he say he has a fiancée? Could it be..."
"That's gross!"
Palmer lay on the hospital bed, tightly closing his eyes, trying hard to fake sleep, ignoring the nurses' whispered chatter, but he didn't notice that he had already furrowed his brows, looking as if he was constipated.
Since being wheeled out of the operating room, Palmer had been under the peculiar stares of the nurses, as if in their eyes, he had become some sort of psychologically troubled pervert, willing to injure himself just to linger in the Border Sanatorium.
"I really don't want this!"
