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When it goes away he sees lights sliding by above him.

It’s like a shot in a movie.

A loudspeaker calls for Dr.

Broder.

Doctor Broder, stat, it says.

Danny tries to speak, tries to say is it the Good Doctor, the one on TV, just as a joke, he knows better, but all that comes out are a few muffled sounds because he’s got some kind of a mask over his mouth and nose.

Doors bang open.

There are brighter lights and green tile walls.

He supposes it’s an operating room and he wants to say he doesn’t know if he can afford an operation because he lost his job.

Hands hoist him and oh Jesus Savior it hurts.

There’s a pinch.

Darkness follows.