He was lying on something that felt like a camp bed, except that it was higher off the ground and that he was fixed down in some way so that he could not move.
Light that seemed stronger than usual was falling on his face.
O’Brien was standing at his side, looking down at him intently.
At the other side of him stood a man in a white coat, holding a hypodermic syringe.
Please name the book that that it from.