The white curtains he woke up to confused him a moment, but the sounds of a hospital soon established a certain probability in the swirling soup of his thoughts. Floating on what drugs he didn’t know now being pumped into his arm, he drifted through a river of forgotten time, recognizing nurses and doctors, speaking with them, forgetting instantly what he said, what they said, and falling back into a thoughtless daze until the old, goat bearded man returned.
“You forgot these,” he said, placing the simple rosary in Clarence’s hand.
“Huh?”
“Doesn’t look too serious,” the old man said.
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