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。 It was clean now； someone had wiped off the blood； spread new floor mats on the floor； and scrubbed the walls。 But I couldn t stop myself from sitting on its cool； porcelain edge。 I pictured Sohrab filling it with warm water。 Saw him undressing。 Saw him twisting the razor handle and opening the twin safety latches on the head； sliding the blade out； holding it between his thumb and forefinger。 I pictured him lowering himself into the water； lying there for a while； his eyes closed。 I wondered what his last thought had been as he had raised the blade and brought it down。
I was exiting the lobby when the hotel manager； Mr。 Fayyaz； caught up with me。 I am very sorry for you； he said； but I am asking for you to leave my hotel； please。 This is bad for my business； very bad。
I told him I understood and I checked out。 He didn t charge me for the three days I d spent at the hospital。 Waiting for a cab outside the hotel lobby； I thought about what Mr。 Fayyaz had said to me that night we d gone looking for Sohrab： The thing about you Afghanis is that。。。 well； you people are a little reckless。 I had laughed at him； but now I wondered。 Had I actually gone to sleep after I had given Sohrab the news he feared most？
When I got in the cab； I asked the driver if he knew any Persian bookstores。 He said there was one a couple of kilometers south。 We stopped there on the way to the hospital。
SOHRAB S NEW ROOM had cream…colored walls； chipped； dark gray moldings； and glazed tiles that might have once been white。 He shared the room with a teenaged Punjabi boy who； I later learned from one of the nurses； had broken his leg when
he had slipped off the roof of a moving bus。 His leg was in a cast； raised and held bytongs strapped to several weights。
Sohrab s bed was next to the window； the lower half lit by the late…morning sunlight streaming through the rectangular panes。 A uniformed security guard was standing at the window； munching on cooked watermelon seeds……Sohrab was under twenty…four hours…a…day suicide watch。 Hospital protocol； Dr。 Nawaz had informed me。 The guard tipped his hat when he saw me and left the room。
Sohrab was wearing short…sleeved hospital pajamas and lying on his back； blanket pulled to his chest； face turned to the window。 I thought he was sleeping； but when I scooted a chair up to his bed his eyelids fluttered and opened。 He looked at me； then looked away。 He was so pale； even with all the blood they had given him； and there was a large purple bruise in the crease of his right arm。
How are you？ I said。
He didn t answer。 He was looking through the window at a fenced…in sandbox and swing set in the hospital garden。 There was an arch…shaped trellis near the playground； in the shadow of a row of hibiscus trees； a few green vines climbing up the timber lattice。 A handful of kids were playing with buckets and pails in the sand box。 The sky was a cloudless blue that day； and I saw a tiny jet leaving behind twin white trails。 I turned back to Sohrab。 I spoke to Dr。 Nawaz a few minutes ago and he thinks you ll be discharged in a couple of days。 That s good news； nay？
Again I was met by silence。 The Punjabi boy at the other end of the room stirred in his sleep and moaned something。 I like your room； I said； trying not to look at Sohrab s bandaged wrists。 It s bright； and you have a view。 Silence。 A few more awkward minutes passed； and a light sweat formed on my brow； my upper lip。 I pointed to the untouched bowl of green pea aush on his nightstand； the unused plastic spoon。 You should try to eat some thing。 Gain your quwat back； your strength。 Do you wa