Free Glimpse by Steve Whibley Page B

were Mr. Vidmar’s words.
    â€œWhat did he mean when he said ‘ Save them all ’? Do you think he was telling you to save Mrs. Farnsworthy?” Lisa asked.
    â€œI was thinking the same thing,” Colin said.
    â€œWhy?” I said. “What could I possibly do? She’s here now. Doctors are treating her.”
    Colin stopped pacing and shook his finger at me. “What did he mean he had to give it to you and that he couldn’t let it die with him?” He paused for a second and then said, “I still think it could be a curse.”
    Lisa shook her head. “Are you still on that? Curses don’t exist, and even if they did, why would he curse Dean? Dean saved him. You don’t curse heroes.”
    â€œSo maybe it’s not a curse and it’s something that seems like a curse,” Colin defended. “Maybe it is some kind of superpower but Dean just doesn’t know how to control it.”
    â€œIf feels more like a curse,” I said.
    â€œIt’s not a curse,” Lisa said.
    Colin muttered, “It’s like a curse.”
    Lisa pointed at Mr. Vidmar’s door. “Well, he’s the only one who can tell us what’s going on. Let’s not jump to conclusions until we actually speak to him. Maybe when things calm down a bit the nurses will change their minds and let us see him again—at least for long enough to find out who this Dmitri guy is." She peered through the small window in the door leading to Mr. Vidmar’s room. “Poor man.”
    I suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here. Everything was just getting to be too much. “We should go.”
    â€œYou don’t think we should wait around?” Lisa looked through the window again. “Make sure Mr. Vidmar’s okay?”
    I turned and headed toward the elevator. “I can’t. You two stay. I need some fresh air. I’ll be back.” But by the time I reached the elevator, Lisa was next to me, and Colin came running in just as the doors were about to close.
    â€œWe should stick together,” Colin said. “If you see anything else, we should be nearby.”
    â€œBesides,” Lisa added, “I could use some fresh air too. This is all a bit… overwhelming.”
    The main entrance was still flooded with distraught family members and media people who couldn’t fit in the emergency room. A woman wearing a Global TV windbreaker stepped into our path and pointed a microphone at my chest. “Hey, I recognize you. You’re that kid who played hero the other day.” A bright light shone in my face. My fight-or-flight reflex kicked in, and I chose flight. I dodged to the left, ducked around a couple of other people, and pushed through the front door. Lisa was only a few paces behind me, but Colin was nowhere to be seen. I didn’t stop, even though my heart was railing against my ribs and my stomach was ready to hurl out my breakfast. I ran past the news vans and made it halfway through the long-term parking lot before I stopped.
    I laced my fingers behind my head and looked up at the sky. I could hear Lisa huffing for breath beside me. I turned back to the hospital and saw Colin walking calmly out of the main doors. He started jogging in our direction when he saw us.
    â€œIt’s going to be okay,” Lisa said to me. “We’re all a bit freaked out right now.”
    â€œOh, really?” I snapped. “You’re freaked out? Are you hallucinating people screaming like they are going to die, only to find out that they actually are about to die?”
    â€œDean, we don’t know that they’re… that they’re all dead,” Lisa said.
    â€œA… actually we… do,” Colin huffed.
    Lisa and I both turned.
    â€œWell?” Lisa snapped, sounding as anxious as I felt.
    â€œR… right, sorry.” He stood up and heaved a couple big breaths. “That news chick, she wanted to know if