4 (french) Werber, Bernard

a cakewalk. You write what ??? A nurse comes out of
nowhere and immediately began to scream:
Who are you? You have not to annoy my sick? Who gave
you permission to enter here? You can not read? You did
not see the sign: “Entry forbidden to anyone outside the
service”? - You and me against the idiots! Raoul launched.
And together, we went at a gallop. We lost in a maze of
corridors tiled. We crossed a room reserved for severe
burns, another aimed at handicapped eventually leading
precisely where it should not. At the funeral home.
Of naked corpses were lined up in twenty chrome trays, his
face contorted in an ultimate pain. Some still had their eyes
open.
Armed with a clip, a young student was busy removing their
rings or wedding rings. One of them did not sliding. The
skin was swollen around the metal. So, without hesitation,
the student’s finger jammed between the blades of the
pliers and squeezed. Clack. It fell to the ground by a noise
metal and meat.
I almost fainted. Raoul dragged me out. We were
both exhausted.
My friend was wrong. My parents were right. Death was
something disgusting. You should not look at it, not
approach it, not talk about it and not even thinking about it.