Zeitoun can now barely breathe in certain positions. He waves down the nurse as she wheels her cart by to ask if she’s given the doctor his form. She says she did and she’d hear back soon. Nasser tells Zeitoun that he looks bad, and is too thin. It strikes Zeitoun that the pain could simply be from sorrow rather than infection or injury—a manifestation of his anger and sense of helplessness.
The problems stemming from bureaucracy and lack of communication have reached every level. Zeitoun’s confinement is not only emotionally strenuous but now also physically dangerous, although the two are in many ways connected.