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The surgeon produced a brass nozzle connected to a velvety red, woven hose. Thomas looked up at it behind the lenses of his mask, letting out a few ragged hisses through his respirator. The nozzle pressed into the front of the mask, sliding through a tight hole and popping its tip into Thomas’s mouth. The cool metal ring touched his immobile tongue.