If Billy had ever thought about the doll hospital, which he hadn’t, he’d have assumed the dolls were the patients, which they weren’t.
A life-sized Barbie stood beside his bed filling a syringe from a bottle labelled ‘compassion’. She said, “You may be a child, Billy, but I’m giving you a full dose. If this doesn’t stop you torturing your sister’s dolls, you’ll be getting a visitor.” Barbie tilted her head at a very life-sized He-Man.