Karl was swallowing convulsively now, desperate not to lose that dreadful lunch in front of his friend. He was a nurse in a bloody insane asylum. Things he'd seen people do to themselves and others were surely worse than this. And the things he'd seen doctors do to some of the patients—that was definitely worse.
But he couldn't get the image of the woman's eyes, rolling and bare in a mask of raw flesh, out of his mind.
"How did they stop it?" Karl said.
"That's how I saw the thing," George said. "And I still wish I hadn't. Some of the night shift docs wanted to throw a bunch of blankets on it and knock it down, but the Director was afraid that would kill her. It, kill it. In case it dissolved or something. It seemed plenty solid when it broke through a few doors to get out into the hall
