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One of the gloves tore when he stripped them off, and the hair on his forearms was speckled with blood up to the line of the cuffs. He pedaled the sink into life and then scrubbed and rinsed, leaning over so the water would fall away from the wrists and sluice down to the elbow. The desire to scream was still there: pressure just behind the nose and throat but fading. During intense stress he was most aware of himself separating into layers. Fear flattened the mind, but urgency unfolded it, so all the pieces were laid out to use.
Source: Anesthesiology - Category: Anesthesiology Source Type: research