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Leaving
the
duty
desk
unmanned
was
against
regulations
,
but
I
was
beyond
caring
about
that
.
It
was
bad
--
like
it
had
been
that
morning
.
I
managed
to
get
into
the
little
toilet
cubicle
behind
the
desk
and
to
get
my
business
out
of
my
pants
before
the
urine
started
to
gush
,
but
it
was
a
near
thing
.
I
had
to
put
a
hand
over
my
mouth
to
stifle
a
scream
as
I
began
to
flow
,
and
grabbed
blindly
for
the
lip
of
the
washstand
with
the
other
.
It
was
n't
like
my
house
,
where
I
could
fall
to
my
knees
and
piss
a
puddle
beside
the
woodpile
;
if
I
went
to
my
knees
here
,
the
urine
would
go
all
over
the
floor
.
I
managed
to
keep
my
feet
and
not
to
scream
,
but
it
was
a
close
thing
on
both
counts
.
It
felt
like
my
urine
had
been
filled
with
tiny
slivers
of
broken
glass
.
The
smell
coming
up
from
the
toilet
bowl
was
swampy
and
unpleasant
,
and
I
could
see
white
stuff
--
pus
,
I
guess
--
floating
on
the
surface
of
the
water
.
I
took
the
towel
off
the
rack
and
wiped
my
face
with
it
.
I
was
sweating
,
all
right
;
it
was
pouring
off
me
.
I
looked
into
the
metal
mirror
and
saw
the
flushed
face
of
a
man
running
a
high
fever
looking
back
at
me
.
Hundred
and
three
?
Hundred
and
four
?
Better
not
to
know
,
maybe
.
I
put
the
towel
back
on
its
bar
,
flushed
the
toilet
,
and
walked
slowly
back
across
my
office
to
the
cellblock
door
.
I
was
afraid
Bill
Dodge
or
someone
else
might
have
come
in
and
seen
three
prisoners
with
no
attendants
,
but
the
place
was
empty
.
Wharton
still
lay
unconscious
on
his
bunk
,
Delacroix
had
fallen
silent
,
and
John
Coffey
had
never
made
a
single
noise
at
all
,
I
suddenly
realized
.
Not
a
peep
.
Which
was
worrisome
.
I
went
down
the
Mile
and
glanced
into
Coffey
's
cell
,
half-expecting
to
discover
he
'd
committed
suicide
in
one
of
the
two
common
Death
Row
ways
either
hanging
himself
with
his
pants
,
or
gnawing
into
his
wrists
.
No
such
thing
,
it
turned
out
.
Coffey
merely
sat
on
the
end
of
his
bunk
with
his
hands
in
his
lap
,
the
largest
man
I
'd
ever
seen
in
my
life
,
looking
at
me
with
his
strange
,
wet
eyes
.
"
Cap'n
?
"
he
said
.
"
What
's
up
,
big
boy
?
"
"
I
need
to
see
you
.
"
"
Ai
n't
you
looking
right
at
me
,
John
Coffey
?
"
