ah.thefinaldiagnosis-第49部分
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in labor。〃
Ahead of the hospital stretcher； to which she had been transferred from the ambulance； Elizabeth could see the young intern who had received her on arrival。 Moving forward at a steady but unhurried pace； he was clearing a way； calmly and methodically； through the groups of people in the busy main…floor corridor。 〃Emergency 。 。 。 emergency； please。〃 The words were quiet； almost casual； but their effect was immediate。 Passers…by halted； groups moved back against the wall； to allow the small procession…intern； stretcher； and nurse propelling it…to go by。 At the corridor's end an elevator operator had seen them and was clearing the car。
〃Next car； please。 This car for an emergency。〃 Obediently the occupants moved out and the stretcher rolled in。 The smooth； established drill of hospital procedure was functioning effortlessly to admit another supplicant。
Something of the calm seemed to transfer itself to Elizabeth。 Though the pain was continuous now； and a new pressure in her uterus was building up； she found herself able to endure both better than before。 She discovered that by biting her lower lip； and by gripping the edge of the sheet which covered her； it was possible not to cry out。 She knew； though； that the final stage of birth had begun； involuntarily she began to bear down and； between her thighs； felt the first beginning of emergence。
Now they were in the elevator with the doors gliding closed and the nurse behind reaching down and holding her hand。 〃Just a minute or two more； that's all it will be。〃 Then the doors were opened again and she saw Dr。 Dornberger； gowned and waiting for her。
As if there were a hope that he had misread them earlier； Dr。 Pearson picked up the two telegrams again。 Looking at them； he put them down one at a time。 〃Malignant！ Benign！ And no doubt in either one。 We're back where we started。〃
〃Not quite；〃 David Coleman said quietly。 〃We've lost almost three days。〃
〃I know！ I know！〃 Joe Pearson was beating a bulky fist into his palm； uncertainty around him like a mantle。 〃If it is malignant； the leg has to be amputated quickly； otherwise we'll be too late。〃 He turned to face Coleman directly。 〃But the girl's nineteen。 If she were fifty I'd say malignant and never turn a hair。 But nineteen！…and maybe have your leg off when you didn't need to。〃
Despite his feelings about Pearson； despite his own conviction that the tissue they were speaking of was benign and not malignant； Coleman felt his sympathy for Pearson grow。 The old man did have the final responsibility in the case； it was understandable that he should be troubled； the decision was extremely tough。 He said tentatively； 〃It takes a lot of courage to make this kind of diagnosis。〃
As if he had touched a match to open flame； Pearson flared up。 〃Don't give me any of your high…school cliches！ I've been doing this for thirty years！〃 He glared at Coleman； eyes blazing； the earlier antagonism returning。 At that moment the telephone rang。
〃Yes？〃 Though Pearson had answered the phone brusquely； as he listened his expression softened。 Then he said； 〃All right； Lucy。 I think you'd better e down。 I'll wait for you here。〃 Replacing the phone； he stood looking down at a point in the center of his desk。 Then； without raising his head； he said to Coleman； 〃Lucy Grainger's on her way。 You can stay if you want。〃
Almost as if he had not heard； Coleman said thoughtfully； 〃You know； there's one other thing might work； might give us a better pointer。〃
〃What？〃 Pearson raised his head abruptly。
〃That X…ray that was done。〃 Coleman was still going slowly； the words keeping pace with his thoughts。 〃It was taken two weeks ago。 If there is a tumor； and it's developing； another X…ray might show it。〃
Without a word Pearson reached down and once more picked up the telephone。 There was a click and then he said； 〃Get me Dr。 Bell in Radiology。〃 Waiting； the old man eyed Coleman strangely。 Then； covering the mouthpiece； he said with grudging admiration； 〃I'll say this for you： you're thinking…all the time。〃
In the room which the hospital staff jestingly referred to as 〃the expectant father's sweatbox〃 John Alexander butted a half…smoked cigarette into an ash stand。 Then he got up from the padded leather chair where he had sat for the last hour and a half； looking up each time the door opened and someone had e in from the corridor outside。 On each occasion； though； the news had been for someone else； and now； of the five men who had occupied the room ninety minutes ago； only he and one other remained。
Crossing to the big windows which looked down on the hospital forecourt and across other buildings to the industrial heart of Burlington； he saw that the streets and roofs were wet。 It must have rained since he had e here without his noticing it。 Now the area surrounding the hospital looked its worst…squalid and depressing； the roofs of mean houses and tenements stretching away toward the factories and grimy smokestacks lining both banks of the river。 Glancing down at the street on which the hospital fronted； he saw a group of children run from an alley； nimbly dodging the pools of water left by the rain or broken sidewalks。 Watching them； he saw one of the bigger boys in the group halt and put out a foot to trip a child behind。 It was a small girl； probably four or five； and she fell face forward into one of the larger puddles； dirty water splashing up around her。 She arose crying； wiping streaks of mud from her face and attempting pathetically to wring the water from her soiled； soaked dress。 By now the others had stopped and they formed a ring around her； dancing and； from their expressions； chanting derision。
〃Kids！〃 The disgusted voice came from alongside； and John was aware for the first time that the other occupant of the room had joined him at the window。 Glancing sideways； he saw that the man was tall and pencil thin； hollow cheeks made him appear gaunt； and he was in need of a shave。 Probably twenty years older than John； he wore a stained corduroy jacket with soiled coveralls beneath。 With him across the room he brought an odor of grease and stale beer。
〃Kids！ They're all alike！〃 The man turned away from the window and began fumbling in his pockets。 After a moment he produced paper and tobacco and began to roll a cigarette。 Looking sharply at John； he asked； 〃This your first？〃
〃Not really。 It's our second； but the first baby died。〃
〃We lost one like that…in between the fourth and the fifth。 A good thing too。〃 The other man was searching his pockets。 He asked； 〃You got a light？〃
John produced a lighter and held it out。 He asked； 〃You mean this is your sixth？〃
〃No…eighth。〃 The thin man had his cigarette going now。 〃Sometimes I reckon that's eight too many。〃 Then he said sharply； 〃I suppose you wanted yours。〃
〃The baby； you mean？〃
〃Yeah。〃
〃Yes； of course。〃 John sounded surprised。
〃We never did。 Not after the first…that was more than enough for me。〃
〃Why did you have eight then？〃 John felt impelled to ask； the conversation had taken on an almost hypnotic quality。
〃My wife could tell you better'n me…she's the one with the hot pants。 Give her a couple of beers； let her wiggle her behind at a dance； and she's got to have it right there and then； and no messing around waiting to get home。〃 The thin man blew out smoke； then went on calmly； 〃I reckon all our kids have been started in queer places。 Once we was shopping in Macy's and we had it in a broom closet in the basement。 That's where our fourth came from； I reckon…Macy's basement； but no bargain。〃
For a moment John was ready to laugh aloud； then he remembered his own reason for being there and stopped。 Instead he said； 〃I hope everything's all right for you…this time； I mean。〃
The gaunt man said gloomily； 〃It's always all right； that's our trouble。〃 He returned to the other side of the room and picked up a newspaper。
Left alone； John glanced at his watch again。 He saw that it was an hour and three quarters since he had e here； surely there must be something soon in the way of news。 He wished he had seen Elizabeth before she had gone into the delivery room； but everything had happened so quickly that there had not been time。 He had been in the hospital kitchens when Carl Bannister had e to bring him the news。 John had gone to the kitchens on Dr。 Pearson's instructions。 Pearson had told him to take cultures from plates which had passed through the kitchen dishwashers； John gathered that the machines were suspected of being unhygienic。 But he had left the work as soon as Bannister had told him about Elizabeth and had gone to Emergency； hoping to intercept her there。 But by that time she had already arrived by ambulance and had gone upstairs to Obstetrics。 It was after that that he had e straight here to wait。
Now the door from the corridor opened； and this time it was Dr。 Dornberger。 From his face John tried to read the news； but without success。 He asked； 〃You are John Alexander？〃
〃Yes； sir。〃 Though； he had seen the elderly obstetrician several times in the hospital； this was the first time they had spoken to each other。
〃Your wife is going to be all right。〃 Dornberger knew better than to waste time on preliminaries。
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