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[A pen-rest of ink before the words start. The writing is loose and angles down toward the bottom of the page in mostly parallel lines.]
What do desperate doctors turn to when they are trapped and the broken in their care cry and rage in fear at the dark? Even good doctors, with limited patients, are still human, and frightened themselves. You can see it in their eyes.
I wonder what it is like elsewhere.
At least it is quiet now, other than the sand and the wind hitting the windows.