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Milliways infirmary, with Dejah
He counts the doors they pass through en route to the infirmary: only three, all of them unlocked. The first one leads to a room more like the party at the front of the train than the crowding at the tail -- but even that's not the right comparison, he thinks. It's crowded, yes, and noisy, but all Curtis can think is there's so much room.
People can stretch out their arms. When he and Dejah cross the floor, they can move without bumping into anyone.
The second door leads to an empty hallway, quiet but for the hum of the overhead lights. He keeps his eyes straight ahead, and with each step, thinks of anything but Wilford's voice in his ear. Take as much time as you need.
The third leads to a place so clean and white as to look alien, like the view from the Snowpiercer's windows. By then, he's leaning far more of his weight on Dejah than when they started.
People can stretch out their arms. When he and Dejah cross the floor, they can move without bumping into anyone.
The second door leads to an empty hallway, quiet but for the hum of the overhead lights. He keeps his eyes straight ahead, and with each step, thinks of anything but Wilford's voice in his ear. Take as much time as you need.
The third leads to a place so clean and white as to look alien, like the view from the Snowpiercer's windows. By then, he's leaning far more of his weight on Dejah than when they started.
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You've done enough.
And finally, he manages a smile that's a little closer to real. "Thanks."
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"All right, then. Get some rest. I'll see you soon."
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Juggling the takeout bag into the crook of his arm, like he's bringing in a bag of groceries (hah), Curtis unlocks the door of his room and slips inside.