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he rifle's angle changed fractionally as the soldier relaxed ever so slightly。 Ryan saw more cops running to the scene； and a white car with its siren screaming。 The situation； whatever it was； was ing under control。
〃You lunatic。〃 Cathy surveyed the wound dispassionately。 There was a dark stain on the shoulder of Ryan's new suit jacket that turned the gray wool to purple…crimson。 His whole body was shaking now。 He could barely stand and the weight of Sally hanging on his leg was forcing him to weave。 Cathy grabbed his right arm and eased him down to the pavement； sitting him back against the side of the car。 She moved his coat away from the wound and probed gently at his shoulder。 It didn't feel gentle at all。 She reached around to his back pocket for a handkerchief and pressed it against the center of the wound。
〃That doesn't feel right；〃 she remarked to no one。
〃Daddy； you're all bloody！〃 Sally stood an arm's length away； her hands fluttering like the wings of a baby bird。 Jack wanted to reach out to her； to tell her everything was all right； but the three feet of distance might as well have been a thousand miles and his shoulder was telling him that things were definitely not all right。
There were now about ten police officers around the car； many of them panting for breath。 Three had handguns out； and were scanning the gathering crowd。 Two more red…coated soldiers appeared from the west。 A police sergeant approached。 Before he could say anything Cathy looked up to bark an order。
〃Call an ambulance right now〃'
〃On the way； mum；〃 the Sergeant replied with surprising good manners。 〃Why don't you let us look after that？〃
〃I'm a doctor；〃 she answered curtly。 〃You have a knife？〃
The Sergeant turned to remove the bayonet from the first guardsman's rifle and stooped down to assist。 Cathy held the coat and vest clear for him to cut away； then both cut the shirt free from his shoulder。 She tossed the handkerchief clear。 It was already blood…sodden。 Jack started to protest。
〃Shut up。 Jack。〃 She looked over to the Sergeant and jerked her chin toward Sally。 〃Get her away from here。〃
The Sergeant gestured for a guardsman to e over。 The Private scooped Sally up in his arms。 He took her a few feet away； cradling her gently to his chest。 Jack saw his little girl crying pitifully； but somehow it all seemed to be very far away。 He felt his skin go cold and moist shock？
〃Damn；〃 Cathy said gruffly。 The Sergeant handed her a thick bandage。 She pressed it against the wound and it immediately went red as she tried to tie it in place。 Ryan groaned。 It felt as though someone had taken an ax to his shoulder。
〃Jack； what the hell were you trying to do？〃 she demanded through clenched teeth as she fumbled with the cloth ties。
Ryan snarled back； the sudden anger helping to block out the pain。 〃I didn't try I fucking did it！〃 The effort required to say that took half his strength away with it。
〃Uh…huh；〃 Cathy grunted。 〃Well； you're bleeding like a pig； Jack。〃
More men ran in from the other direction。 It seemed that a hundred sirens were converging on the scene with men some in uniform； some not leaping out to join the party。 A uniformed policeman with more ornate shoulder boards began to shout orders at the others。 The scene was impressive。 A separate； detached part of Ryan's brain catalogued it。 There he was； sitting against the Rolls； his shirt soaked red as though blood had been poured from a pitcher。 Cathy； her hands covered with her husband's blood； was still trying to arrange the bandage correctly。 His daughter was gasping out tears in the arms of a burly young soldier who seemed to be singing to her in a language that Jack couldn't make out。 Sally's eyes were locked on him； full of desperate anguish。 The detached part of his mind found all this very amusing until another wave of pain yanked him back to reality。
The policeman who'd evidently taken charge came up to them after first checking the perimeter。 〃Sergeant； move him aside。〃
Cathy looked up and snapped angrily： 〃Open the other side； dammit； I got a bleeder here！〃
〃The other door's jammed； ma'am。 Let me help。〃 Ryan heard a different kind of siren as they bent down。 The three of them moved him aside a foot or so； and the senior officer made to open the car door。 They hadn't moved him far enough。 When the door swung open； its edge caught Ryan's shoulder。 The last thing he heard before passing out was his own scream of pain。
Ryan's eyes focused slowly； his consciousness a hazy； variable thing that reported items out of place and out of time。 For a moment he was inside a vehicle of some sort。 The lateral movements of its passage rippled agony through his chest； and there was an awful atonal sound in the distance； though not all that far away。 He thought he saw two faces he vaguely recognized。 Cathy was there； too； wasn't she no； there were some people in green。 Everything was soft and vague except the burning pain in his shoulder and chest； but when he blinked his eyes all were gone。 He was someplace else again。
The ceiling was white and nearly featureless at first。 Ryan knew somehow that he was under the influence of drugs。 He recognized the feelings； but could not remember why。 It required several minutes of lazy concentration for him to determine that the ceiling was made of white acoustical tiles on a white metal framework。 Some of the tiles were waterstained and served to give him a reference。 Others were translucent plastic for the soft fluorescent lighting。 There was something tied under his nose； and after a moment he began to feel a cool gas tracing into his nostrils oxygen？ His other senses began to report in one at a time。 Expanding radially down from his head； they began to explore his body and reported reluctantly to his brain。 Some unseen things were taped to his chest。 He could feel them pulling at the hairs that Cathy liked to play with when she was drunk。 His left shoulder felt 。 。 。 didn't really feel at all。 His whole body was far too heavy to move even an inch。
A hospital； he decided after several minutes。 Why am I in a hospital 。 。 。？ It took an indeterminate period of concentration for Jack to remember why he was here。 When it came to him； it was just as well that he could contemplate the taking of a human life from within the protective fog of drugs。
I was shot； too； wasn't I？ Ryan turned his head slowly to the right。 A bottle of IV fluids was hanging on a metal stand next to the bed； its rubber hose trailing down under the sheet where his arm was tied down。 He tried to feel the prick of the catheter that had to be inside the right elbow； but couldn't。 His mouth was cottony dry。 Well； I wasn't shot on the right side 。 。 。 Next he tried to turn his head to the left。 Something soft but very firm prevented it。 Ryan wasn't able to care very much about it。 Even his curiosity for his condition was a tenuous thing。 For some reason his surroundings seemed much more interesting than his own body。 Looking directly up； he saw a TV…like instrument； along with some other electronic stuff； none of which he could make out at the acute angle。 EKG readout？ Something like that； he decided。 It all figured。 He was in a surgical recovery room； wired up like an astronaut while the staff decided if he'd live or not。 The drugs helped him to consider the question with marvelous objectivity。
〃Ah； we're awake。〃 A voice other than the distant； muffled tone of the PA system。 Ryan dropped his chin to see a nurse of about fifty。 She had a Bette Davis face crinkled by years of frowns。 He tried to speak to her； but his mouth seemed glued shut。 What came out was a cross between a rasp and a croak。 The nurse disappeared while he tried to decide what exactly the sound was。
A man appeared a minute or so later。 He was also in his fifties； tall and spare； dressed in surgical greens。 There was a Stethoscope hanging from his neck； and he seemed to be carrying something that Ryan couldn't quite see。 He seemed rather tired； but wore a satisfied smile。
〃So；〃 he said； 〃we're awake。 How are we feeling？〃 Ryan managed a full…fledged croak this time。 The doctor ？ gestured to the nurse。 She came forward to give Ryan a sip of water through a glass straw。
〃Thanks。〃 He sloshed the water around his mouth。 It was not enough to swallow。 His mouth tissues seemed to absorb it all at once。 〃Where am I？〃
〃You are in the surgical recovery unit of St。 Thomas's Hospital。 You are recovering from surgery on your upper left arm and shoulder。 I am your surgeon。 My team and I have been working on you for； oh； about six hours now； and it would appear that you will probably live；〃 he added judiciously。 He seemed to regard Ryan as a successful piece of work。
Rather slowly and sluggishly Ryan thought to himself that the English sense of humor； admirable as it might otherwise be； was a little too dry for this sort of situation。 He was posing a reply when Cathy came into view。 The Bette Davis nurse moved to head her off。
〃I'm sorry； Mrs。 Ryan； but only medical person 〃
〃I'm a doctor。〃 She held up her plastic ID card。 The man took it。
〃Wilmer Eye Institute； Johns Hopkins Hospital。〃 The su
