“He pulled back the blanket from the Indian’s head. His hand came away wet. He mounted on the edge of the lower bunk with the lamp in one hand and looked in. The Indian lay with his face toward the wall. His throat had been cut from ear to ear. The blood had flowed down into a pool where his body sagged the bunk. His head rested on his left arm. The open razor lay, edge up, in the blankets.
[…] ‘I’m terribly sorry I brought you along, Nickie,'” said his father, all his post-operative exhilaration gone. ‘It was an awful mess to put you through.'” (18)
Notes: emotional restraint – complete emotionless from narrator, limited emotional perspective from characters