“I want something done! Hear me? I want something done! Something! Something! Some—” The two big black boys clamped his arms from behind, and the least one threw a strap around him. He sagged like he’d been punctured, and the two big ones dragged him up to Disturbed; you could hear the soggy bounce of him going up the steps. When they came back and sat down, the Big Nurse turned to the line of Acutes across the room and looked at them. Nothing had been said since Cheswick left. “Is there any more discussion,” she said, “on the rationing of cigarettes?”
