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you'd want to know what it was all about right away."
She nodded. "Thanks, Doc. I think I can handle it here. But I got to think about
how unusual short we are 'round here tonight and then this guy just comes in on
us like this. I'm gonna put the security system on full tonight, and I'll call
you at the hospital if there's any change. O.K.?"
"Good idea. But if you need me, call the service and they'll beep me. I may or
may not be at the hospital at any given time." He paused, then said, "As soon as
possible he should be moved out of here and to medical facilities better than
anything we can offer him. He's certainly going to lose some toes and both feet
are in some danger. I've shot him full of every antibiotic I have but sooner or
later we'll have to face treating that frostbite, and the only thing I could do
here is amputate. For now, no walking. Keep him in bed. The painkillers should
keep him out a while and I've left some pills just in case, but you never know.
Someone like him . . . You know, I saw Goldfinger sixteen times."
She grinned. "I met this type before, Doc. They don't ever live up to their
billing. He's probably a pencil pusher in MI-5 with a wife and nine kids who'd
be horrified to read the books them writers made up about him here."
She saw him to the door, then sighed and went back and put on a pot of coffee,
then turned on the alarm system and notified Diane in the security shack. It was
gonna be a looong night.
She sat with the man for a while, but that soon became very boring, and while he
was still out he was restless, would occasionally twist or thrash about, and he
kept mumbling things. She went and found a voice-activated tape recorder and set
it up beside him, then threw the intercom on. She then went down the hall to
Dash's room and checked on him-still out, and a good thing, too-and switched off
the intercom in the boy's room so he wouldn't be awakened by ghastly meanings
and strange utterances coming out of the speaker. Then she went downstairs, got
some more coffee and a piece of chocolate cake, and settled in the family room
to watch TV off the satellite dish.
Never once fails, she thought sourly as she looked through the listings and
paged through the satellite channels via the remote control. A hundred damn
channels and when you got to sit and watch somethin' there still ain't nothin'
good on TV!
The fact was, she was often up late, and always had trouble sleeping. The dreams
and the nightmares were just too great, particularly when Sam wasn't here.
Dash helped. He was a beautiful child and he was growing up smart but spoiled
rotten, but she didn't care. She'd been frightened to death that he'd be damaged
somehow, considering what horrors her body had been through and considering that
they'd had to have a special operation just to let her have him. Sam claimed
that his only worry was that all black Jewish kids would look like Sammy Davis,
Jr., and when Dash looked right handsome he'd stopped the worries. But he still
was busy, and that meant he was away a lot. Security consultant to the Company,
they called it. They designed a security system for most anything and then he'd
come in and blow holes in it, sometimes literally. It sounded like fun, but she
couldn't bring herself to go back through the Labyrinth, not unless she had to.
The memories were just too strong, the fears severe, even after years had
passed.
She could still remember seeing part of Sam's head get blown off from raiders up
top in a cube and she didn't feel confident any more. But the worst fear was the
juice, the alien drug from some world so far up the line it didn't even have an