It can't possibly be McMurphy..
'They pushed it into the day room and left it standing against the wall, along next to the vegetables. We stood at the foot of the Gurney, reading the chart, then looked up to the other end at the head dented into the pillow, a swirl of red hair over a face milk-white except for the heavy purple bruises around the eyes. '
"Aaah, what's the old bitch trying' to put over on us anyhow, for crap sakes. That ain't him."
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