The Great Book of Amber
The Ninth Prince In Amber
Then the door opened, letting in light, and through slits  beneath my eyelashes I saw a nurse with a hypo  in her hand.
She approached my bedside, a hippy board with dark hair and big arms.
Just as she neared, I sat up.
“Good evening,” I said.
“Why-good evening,” she replied.
“When do I check out?” I asked.
“I’ll have to ask Doctor.”
“Do so,” I said.
“Please roll up your sleeve.”
“I have to give you an injection.”
“No you don’t. I don’t need it.”
“I’m afraid that’s for Doctor to say.”
“Then send him around and let him say it. But in the meantime, I will not permit it.”
“I’m afraid I have my orders.”
“So did Eichmann, and look what happened to him,” and I shook my head slowly.
“Very well,” she said. “I’ll have to report this…
“Please do,” I said, “and while you’re at it, tell him I’ve decided to check out in the morning.”
“That’s impossible. You cannot even walk – and there were internal injuries…”
“We’ll see,” said I. “Good night”
She swished out of sight without answering.
7. Slit n.狭长的切口，v.切开撕裂
8. Hypo = hypodermic syringe 皮下注射器