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“The bed was now a hospital bed. His legs, arms, and hands were covered in white bandages and gauzes...He said, sobbing slightly, “I don’t know what to do…I don’t know what to do,” his hands fell back down in frustration. I noticed his face was almost discolored. His left eye looked messy, and his right eye was nearly hanging out. It looked like deterioration. The parts of his eyelid that should be supporting his right eye were falling apart with pale, green-like holes. It was dry with no blood. It greatly disturbed me because I wanted to help him but didn’t know how.”

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