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‘You’re in Södermalm Hospital in Stockholm,’ Joona says.
‘Is the door locked? Is it?’
‘Mikael, I need to find out where you’ve been.’
‘I don’t understand what you’re saying,’ he whispers.
‘I need to find out—’
‘What the hell are you doing with me?’ he asks in a despairing voice, and starts to cry.
‘I’m going to give him a sedative,’ the doctor says, and leaves the room.
‘You’re safe now,’ Joona explains. ‘Everyone here is trying to help you, and—’
‘I don’t want to, I don’t want to, I can’t bear it …’
He shakes his head and tries to pull the drip from his arm with tired fingers.
‘Where have you been all this time, Mikael? Where have you been living? Were you hiding? Were you locked up, or—’
‘I don’t know, I don’t understand what you’re saying.’
‘You’re tired, and you’ve got a fever,’ Joona says gently. ‘But you have to try to think.’
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Mikael Kohler-Frost is lying in his hospital bed, panting like a hare that’s been hit by a car. He’s talking quietly to himself, moistening his mouth and looking up at Joona with big, questioning eyes.