31Let’s Play Pictionary For ItBilly’s long dark lashes afforded him the opportunity to spy on the comings and goings of the ward without drawing attention to himself. He peered through the soft vertical bars, happy that they separated him from the busy world of medicine-giving and floor-cleaning. If he didn’t speak, he could remain locked up tight in a cell of his own making.
Victor, the bed-bath orderly, was a nice enough guy apart from believing that the technique for washing a patient and cleaning down an operating table was aligned; masses of antiseptic soap delivered with vigorous scrubbing, then rinsed with scalding water. Billy was pretty sure his private parts were as raw and red as the injury to his side.
He couldn’t check. He couldn’t even bend his head to look.
When he tried,
