Patient found naked

“Don’t put it on me again, this weave of cotton that set me aflame,
this hospital gown. Attached by frail-winged thongs to a pit in my
stomach, my strands of muscle may soon come apart, expose me as carrion
gone rotten. We’ve been set up, put upon by a new breed of spinners, of
quacks with their chakras, their mumbos, their jumbos. Fresh whacks of
misfortune assail me, doctor, Leave me out of it, dear, out of it all
and this hospital gown”