The next time Harlan opened his eyes, he felt used to the light at once. The heaviness in his head was almost gone too. He yawned and took in the arrangement of the room. Large, comfortable bed, a seat beside the bed, curtains on both windows. It looked just like a prison… thinking about that made him remember what Jack said about Kelvin. He sat up in bed and was about to get on his feet when he realized that the drip was still there. He tried to yank it off, but he wasn't able. He pressed the button beside the bed and the door soon opened. A nurse, all smiles, came in. "Need any help?" She asked. Harlan pointed to the drip, "what's it for?" "To make you hydrated and —" "Take it off," Harlan said. Enough of the thing sticking to his hand. "Sir?" The nurse asked, making no attempt to mask her disbelief. "You heard me; take the thing off me." "But, Sir, you need—" "Get me something to cut it off if you aren't going to do it," Harlan said, deliberately looking intensely at her, t
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