coma.â
âWhen will she recover; come out of it?â
Julie knew that voice, someone close, a person she loved. She wanted to respond.
âMom? Ma, open your eyes. Itâs Cheryl.â
âIn school. Why arenât youââ
âMrs. Worth, Iâm Dr. Jacob. How are you feeling?â
âCheryl?â
âSheâs right here.â
Julie felt her daughterâs arms around her neck.
âI love you, Mom, you okay?â
Julie wanted to see her daughter. She forced her eyes open and tried to smile. Cherylâs face was close to hers. She saw a hand caressing her daughterâs cheek. A faraway voice echoed as if coming from a cavern.
âSheâll be fine. It will take time and rest.â
That seemed like a good idea to Julie. She slipped away, feeling only a slight dampness on her hand that held her daughterâs cheek.
âMrs. Worth. Wake up.â
âWhat?â
âYou were having a bad dream. Heard you all the way down at the nurseâs station. Do you need anything? Something for pain?â
âOkay, but no, I mean Iâm not in pain. It was just aââ
âIâll change that damp pillowcase. Youâre perspiring a great deal.â
âMaybe a glass of water. How long have I been sleeping? Have I been here awhile?â
The woman checked the chart at the end of the bed. âSays here you were admitted day before yesterday, so about thirty-six hours, give or take a few.â
âThank you. Whatâs your name again, please?â
The nurse came closer to the bed and pushed her badge pinned to her chest. âMary Ann. If you need anything, buzz me.â She waited while Julie drank her water and then slipped out of the private room.
On her nightstand, the clock flashed three thirty. She dreamt of loud noises pounding in her ear, a dizzy roller-coaster ride, and a sharp pain under her ribs. A man withwet pants and a grin. Julie pulled her legs to the edge of the bed and tried to stand, her left leg bandaged in the same place where she had been sprayed with a shotgun. No real pain, just a dull ache. Her left arm and shoulder similarly swathed in white dressing.
A little rocky, she made her way to the bathroom. When she turned on the light, the image in the mirror above the sink startled her. A welt on her left cheekbone darkened her eye and the bridge of her nose. A bandage around her head kept a bulging compress above her ear in place. She was alive, if nothing else. Shuffling back to bed, she stopped at the window. Her room seemed to be at least five stories up. A bright neon hotel sign was to the east. Beyond, blinking lights of an all-night Walgreens.
Again, the image of a man came to her, defying a reaction. âShoot me,â he said. Her days had been so affected by guns, living each day strapped to a three-pound metal death piece. It had become her ambivalent life.
H ey, Sarge. Did I wake you?â Todd looked freshly scrubbed, his white shirt set off by a slim reddish tie. His hair, a modified brush cut.
âNah, Iâve been awake off and on since three. Whatâs up, Mr. Military?â
âMilitary? Please, those days are over. How you feeling?â
âPretty good. Slept a lot in the last few days. In and out.â Mostly out. Julie used the remote control to raise herself to a seated position. âThanks for coming by. What you been doing?â
âChecking on that pickup truck.â Todd pulled a chair up close to the bed.
Julie wracked her brain for a connection.
âWe recovered it parked behind an all-night gas station on Central. All messed up on the right side, with paint from your Charger.â
She tried faking it until she could catch up. âWas itââ
âYeah, stolen. No prints. Belonged to a kid who worked in a body shop.â
âDid he check out?â
âYou have no idea what Iâm talking about, do you?â Todd walked over to