iancaldwell&dustinthomason.theruleoffour-第59部分

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　I　arrive　to　find　the　door　to　the　room　blocked　by　the　one　person　who　is　more　physically　intimidating　than　Charlie：　his　mother。　Mrs。　Freeman　is　explaining　to　a　doctor　that　after　taking　the　first　train　from　Philadelphia　to　be　here；　and　listening　to　a　man　from　the　dean's　office　say　that　Charlie　is　dangerously　close　to　suspension；　and　being　a　nurse　practitioner　for　seventeen　years　herself　before　being　a　science　teacher；　she　is　in　no　mood　to　have　a　doctor　condescend　to　her　about　what's　wrong　with　her　son。　From　the　color　of　his　scrubs　I　recognize　him　as　the　man　who　told　Paul　and　me　that　Charlie　was　in　stable　condition。　He　of　the　hospital　words　and　canned　smiles。　He　doesn't　seem　to　realize　that　the　smile　hasn't　been　invented　yet　that　will　move　this　mountain。
　Just　as　I　turn　in　toward　Charlie's　room；　Mrs。　Freeman　spots　me。
　〃Thomas；〃　she　says；　shifting　her　weight。
　There　is　always　a　sense　around　Mrs。　Freeman　that　you　are　watching　a　geological　effect；　that　if　you　aren't　careful；　you'll　be　crushed。　She　knows　that　my　mother　is　raising　me　alone；　so　she　takes　it　upon　herself　to　contribute。
　〃Thomas！〃　she　repeats；　the　only　person　who　calls　me　that　anymore。　〃e　over　here。〃
　I　inch　closer。
　〃What　did　you　get　him　into？〃　she　says。
　〃He　was　trying　to…〃
　She　steps　forward；　trapping　me　in　a　shadow。　〃I　warned　you　about　this　sort　of　thing。　Didn't　I？　After　that　other　business　on　the　roof　of　that　building？〃
　The　clapper。　〃Mrs。　Freeman；　that　was　his　idea…〃
　〃Oh；　no。　Not　that　again。　My　Charlie's　no　genius；　Thomas。　He's　got　to　be　led　into　temptation。〃
　Mothers。　You'd　think　Charlie　couldn't　find　the　wrong　side　of　the　tracks　if　you　pushed　him　off　the　train。　Mrs。　Freeman　looks　at　the　three　of　us　and　sees　bad　pany。　Counting　my　one　parent；　Paul's　none；　and　Gil's　revolving　door　of　steprelations；　we　don't　have　as　many　positive　role　models　among　us　as　Charlie　has　under　one　roof。　And　for　some　reason；　I'm　the　one　with　a　pitchfork　and　a　tail。　If　only　she　knew　the　truth；　I　think。　Moses　had　horns　too。
　〃Leave　him　alone；〃　es　a　wheezy　voice　from　inside。
　Like　the　world　on　its　axis；　Mrs。　Freeman　turns。
　〃Tom　tried　to　get　me　out　of　there；〃　Charlie　says；　weaker　now。
　A　blip　of　silence　follows。　Mrs。　Freeman　looks　at　me　as　if　to　say；　Don't　you　smile；　there's　nothing　smart　about　getting　my　boy　out　of　a　predicament　you　got　him　into。　But　when　Charlie　starts　to　speak　again；　she　tells　me　to　go　in　and　talk　to　her　son　before　he　wears　himself　out　carrying　on　like　that　across　the　room。　She　has　some　business　with　the　doctor。
　〃And；　Thomas；〃　she　says；　before　I　can　get　past　her；　〃don't　go　putting　any　ideas　into　that　boy's　head。〃
　I　nod。　Mrs。　Freeman　is　the　only　teacher　I've　ever　known　who　makes　ideas　sound　like　a　four…letter　word。
　Charlie　is　propped　up　in　a　hospital　cot　with　a　short　metal　railing　on　each　side；　the　kind　that　isn't　high　enough　to　keep　a　big　guy　from　rolling　off　the　bed　on　a　bad　night；　but　is　exactly　the　right　height　to　let　an　orderly　slip　a　broomstick　between　the　railings　and　keep　you　pinned　to　the　bed　forever；　a　permanent　convalescent。　I've　had　more　hospital　nightmares　than　Scheherazade　had　stories；　and　even　time　hasn't　sponged　them　all　from　my　memory。
　〃Visiting　hours　end　in　ten　minutes；〃　the　nurse　says　without　looking　at　her　watch。　A　kidney…shaped　tray　is　clamped　in　one　of　her　hands；　a　duster　in　the　other。
　Charlie　watches　her　shuffle　out。　In　a　slow；　hoarse　voice　he　says；　〃I　think　she　likes　you。〃
　From　the　neck　up　he　almost　looks　fine。　There's　a　lick　of　pink　skin　jumping　out　over　his　collarbone；　otherwise　he　just　appears　tired。　It's　his　chest　where　the　damage　was　done。　He's　wrapped　in　gauze　down　to　the　point　where　his　waist　is　tucked　lightly　into　the　bed；　and　in　places　a　sweaty　pus　has　seeped　to　the　surface。
　〃You　can　stick　around　to　help　them　change　me；〃　Charlie　says；　drawing　my　attention　back　north。
　His　eyes　seem　jaundiced。　There's　a　wetness　around　his　nose　he　would　probably　wipe　if　he　could。
　〃How　do　you　feel？〃　I　ask。
　〃How　do　I　look？〃
　〃Pretty　good；　considering。〃
　He　manages　to　smile。　When　he　tries　to　peer　down　at　himself；　though；　I　realize　he　has　no　idea　how　he　looks。　He　is　just　together　enough　to　know　he　shouldn't　trust　his　senses。
　〃Anyone　else　e　to　see　you？〃　I　ask。
　It　takes　him　awhile　to　answer。　〃Not　Gil；　if　that's　what　you　mean。〃
　〃I　mean　anyone。〃
　〃Maybe　you　missed　my　mom　out　there。〃　Charlie　smiles；　and　repeats　himself　without　noticing。　〃She's　easy　to　miss。〃
　I　look　out　the　doorway　again。　Mrs。　Freeman　is　still　talking　to　the　doctor。
　〃Don't　worry；〃　Charlie　says；　misunderstanding。　〃He'll　e。〃
　But　by　now　the　nurse　has　called　everyone　who　might　care　that　Charlie　is　conscious　again。　If　Gil　isn't　here　already；　he's　not　ing。
　〃Hey；〃　Charlie　says；　changing　the　subject。　〃You　okay　with　what　happened　back　there？〃
　〃When？〃
　〃You　know。　What　Taft　said。〃
　I　try　to　call　up　the　words。　We　were　at　the　Institute　hours　ago。　It's　probably　the　last　thing　he　remembers。
　〃About　your　dad。〃　Charlie　tries　to　reposition　himself　and　winces。
　I　stare　at　the　railing；　suddenly　pinned。　Mrs。　Freeman　has　bullied　the　doctor　enough　that　he　finally　leads　her　into　a　private　room　to　confer。　The　two　of　them　disappear　behind　a　distant　door；　and　now　the　hallway　is　empty。
　〃Look；〃　Charlie　says　faintly；　〃don't　let　someone　like　that　mess　with　your　head。〃
　This　is　what　Charlie　does　on　death's　door。　He　thinks　about　my　problems。
　〃I'm　glad　you're　okay；〃　I　tell　him。
　I　know　he's　about　to　say　something　smart；　when　he　feels　the　pressure　I'm　putting　on　his　hand　and　keeps　it　simple。
　〃Me　too。〃
　Charlie　smiles　at　me　again；　then　laughs。　〃I'll　be　damned；〃　he　says；　and　shakes　his　head。　His　eyes　are　focused　on　something　beyond　me。　〃I'll　be　damned；〃　he　says　again。
　He's　fading；　I　think。　But　when　I　turn　around；　Gil　is　standing　in　the　doorway；　a　bouquet　of　flowers　in　hand。
　〃I　stole　these　from　the　ball　arrangements；〃　he　says　hesitantly；　as　if　he's　not　sure　he's　wele　here。　〃You　better　like　them。〃
　〃No　wine？〃　Charlie's　voice　is　faint。
　Gil　gives　an　awkward　smile。　〃Only　the　cheap　stuff　for　you。〃　He　walks　forward　and　extends　a　hand　to　Charlie。
　〃The　nurse　told　me　we've　got　two　minutes；〃　Gil　offers。　〃How　are　you　feeling？〃
　〃Been　better；〃　Charlie　says。　〃Been　worse。〃
　〃I　think　your　mom's　here；〃　Gil　replies；　still　searching　for　a　way　to　begin。
　Charlie's　starting　to　drift；　but　manages　another　smile。　〃She's　easy　to　miss。〃
　〃You're　not　going　to　check　out　on　us　tonight；　are　you？〃　Gil　asks　quietly。
　〃Out　of　the　hospital？〃　Charlie　says；　too　far　away　now　to　know　how　the　question　was　meant。
　〃Yeah。〃
　〃Maybe；〃　Charlie　whispers。　〃The　food　in　here〃…he　exhales…〃is　terrible。〃
　His　head　falls　back　onto　the　pillow　just　as　the　leather…faced　nurse　returns　to　say　our　time　is　up；　that　Charlie　needs　his　rest。
　〃Sleep　tight；　chief；〃　Gil　says；　putting　the　bouquet　on　the　nightstand。
　Charlie　doesn't　hear　him。　He's　already　breathing　through　his　mouth。
　As　we　leave　I　look　back　at　him；　propped　up　in　his　bed；　swaddled　in　bandages　and　guarded　by　IVs。　It　reminds　me　of　ic　books　I　used　to　read　as　a　kid。　The　fallen　giant　that　medicine　rebuilt。　The　mysterious　patient's　recovery　that　amazed　local　doctors。　Darkness　falls　on　Gotham；　but　the　headlines　are　all　the　same。　Today　a　superhero　wrestled　with　a　force　of　nature　and　lived　to　plain　about　the　food。
　　
　〃He's　going　to　be　okay？〃　Gil　asks；　when　we　reach　the　visitor's　parking　lot。　The　Saab　is　sitting　alone　in　the　lot；　its　hood　still　warm　enough　to　have　melted　the　falling　snow。
　〃I　think　so。〃
　〃His　chest　looks　pretty　bad。〃
　I　don't　know　what　rehab　is　like　for　burn　victims；　but　getting　used　to　your　own　skin　again　can't　be　easy。
　〃I　didn't　think　you　were　going　to　show　up；〃　I　tell　him。
　Gil　hesitates。　〃I　wish　I'd　been　there　with　you　guys。〃
　〃When？〃
　〃All　day。〃
　〃Is　that　a　joke？〃
　He　turns　to　me。　〃No。　What's　that　supposed　to　mean？〃
　We　stop　just　short　of　the　car。　I　realize　I'm　angry　at　him；　angry　at　how　hard　it　was　for　him　to　find　anything　to　say　to　Charlie；　angry　at　the　way　he　seemed　afraid　to　visit　Charlie　this　afternoon。
　〃You　were　where　you　wanted　to　be；〃　I　say。
　〃I　came　as　soon　as　I　heard。〃
　〃You　weren't　with　us。〃
　〃When？〃　he　asks。　〃This　morning？〃
　〃This　whole　time。〃
　〃Jesus。　Tom　。　。　。〃
　〃You　know　why　he's　in　there？〃　I　say。
　〃Because　he　made　the　wrong　decision。〃
　〃Because　he　tried　to　help。　He　didn't　want　us　going　into　Taft's　office　alone。　He　didn't　want　Paul　to　get　hurt　in　the　tunnels。〃
　〃What　do　you　want；　Tom？　An　apology？　Mea　culpa。　I　can't　pete　with　Charlie。　That's　the　way　he　is。　That's　the　way　he's　always　been。〃
　〃That's　the　way　you　were。　You　know　what　Mrs。　Freeman　said　to　me　in　there？　The　first　thing　she　brought　up？　Stealing　the　clapper　out　of　Nassau　Hall。〃
　Gil　runs　his　fingers　through　his　hair。
　〃She　blames　me　for　that。　She　always　has。　You　know　why？〃
　〃Because　she　thinks　Charlie's　a　saint。〃
　〃Because　she　can't　believe　you're　the　kind　of　person　who　ever　would've　done　something　like　that。〃
　He　exhales。　〃So　what？〃
　〃You　are　the　kind　of　person　who　would've　done　something　like　that。　You　did　do　that。〃
　He　seems　unsure　what　to　say。　〃Does　it　occur　to　you　that　maybe　I'd　had　half　a　dozen　beers　that　night　before　I　ran　into　you　guys？　Maybe　I　wasn