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        Butnowshelaychainedinaconcretecell,herbodyburningup,underthe"care"oftheparkmanager.Whatdidhewant?Surelyhedidn''texpecthertojuststayhere,cutofffromworkandtheworld.

        Whenthemanagerreturned,Reyahaddriftedintoanotherfevereddoze.Sheblinkedawaketofindafigurelooming—swaddledheadtotoeinawhitehazmatsuit,completewithhood,shoecovers,mask,andgoggles.

        Herlipspartedindisbelief.

        Theman''seyescrinkledbehindthelenses,amusedatherexpression."Justbeingcautious."

        Hisgazefellonthetakeoutbagstillsittinguntouched."Youdidn''teat?"

        Reyaweaklyliftedafingerattheunreachablecornerofthebed."Couldn''treach."

        Themanagereyedthedistanceskepticallybeforeconceding,"Guessnot."

        Hemovedthebagontothemattress,stackingafewnewspapersbeneathitlikeamakeshifttray.FromhispocketheproducedablisterpackofTylenolandabottleofwater.

        "Feverreducers,"heinstructed,placingthemneatlybesideher."Twopillseveryfourhours."

        Thenheleftagain,thedoorsealingshutbehindhim.

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