Hammond works hard but she finds her fingers keep slipping. Her vision blurs and in the blur it looks like her hands are spikes and scizzors, cutting and slashing.
Paint on the wall...
no longer here
She continues to try to work, her mind fragmenting, snipping and cutting, healing and breaking. Copper tang to her mouth, her lips, erupting, spraying, geysers, struggling, holding still with the knives, pinning flaps of it back, knives and scalpels, needles and pain.
he's no longer here you
Crying now, emotionally disturbed, maddened, angry, the child warps, the body larger now, smaller, larger, the child, no, the janitor, no the child, where are they all? The sacrifice... No, there wasn't. But there will... Attaus... Damn it all, where are they? This child is dying here.
since he's no longer here you don't
She works, fighting, panting, blood everywhere now, snipping and cutting, isn't this healing? breaking and tearing, isn't this fixing? Her rage grows, her sentience falls away, piecemeal, broken, all apart and all over the place, she feels the urge, she feels her life purified and made whole.
And since he's no longer here you don't exist
Nurse Hammond looks up at the wall.
But you can go find him...
She turns, her head twisted to one side, and leaves the room, leaving the mutilated child behind.