?Is she . . . ??
One EMT was crouched over Celia, while the other rose and barked something into a walkie-talkie secured on his suspender.
Bile was building in my throat. I felt my blood rush to my toes.
The EMT watched me. ?Ma?am??
I handed Laurie to him and rushed to the bathroom. I got sick in the toilet.
The EMT stood in the doorway of the bathroom. ?Can I get you anything??
From my position on the floor, I watched as another pair of boots sped into the bedroom.
?She said she was feeling sick. She just went to lie down,? I said, holding my head in my hands.
The EMT nestled Laurie in one arm and ran a wash-cloth under the faucet. He handed me the cold cloth. ?We have to get her to emergency, she?s in critical condition.?
?The owner, the guy, Bruce . . . his wife was poisoned last week. Could Celia have been poisoned??
?It?s difficult to say at this point, ma?am.?
Laurie looked amazingly content in his arms.
?I ate some salmon here. I was the only one who ate it. I didn?t see Celia eat anything and Bruce didn?t either. Could I have been poisoned??
I was half expecting him to laugh. I wanted him to tell me I was being irrational. Instead a grave look crossed his face and he pulled a flashlight from his breast pocket. He shone the light into my eyes.
My throat was dry and breathing was suddenly difficult.
The EMT wrapped his fingers around my wrist and remained silent as he took my pulse.
Voices drifted in from the hallway. I heard sharp commands being tossed back and forth, but was unable to make anything out. A stretcher carrying Celia floated past the open bathroom door.
My tongue felt like it was thickening and stuck to the roof of my mouth.
?Oh, God, if I?ve been poisoned, what about my daughter? I just nursed her.?
The EMT nodded calmly and looked at Laurie snuggled into his arm. ?I think we need to take you both into emergency. We?ll get your stomach pumped and put the baby in observation. Is there anyone I can call for you??
The room seemed to do a 360 around me. I pressed my hands against the floor for stability as I spurted out Jim?s cell phone number.
The medic told me to remain seated, then took Laurie out to the hallway. I heard frantic whispers and then the other EMT poked his head in. ?Don?t worry, ma?am, we?re going back down to get the stretcher and take care of you in a jiffy.? He disappeared.
His hurried speech was followed by an eerie silence. I waited for what seemed like a long time, even though I knew it could be only a few minutes at the most.
Panic rose in my chest and my body was wracked with sobs.
Bruce poked his head into the bathroom. ?Kate, are you all right??
I couldn?t make eye contact with him. It took all my effort to shake my head.
?Were you close to Celia?? Bruce?s confusion showed through his tone.
I shook my head again and sobbed.
Bruce tapped nervously at the doorway frame. ?Right. Right. It still is very upsetting.?
I met his gaze. ?The salmon, Bruce.?
Bruce took a step back as though I?d punched him. ?What? You can?t think . . . you think the salmon was . . . bad? It was as fresh as??
?Not
?You can?t think . . . Kate! I prepared the salmon myself.?
?I?m sure you did!? I spat.
?Kate, I swear there was nothing wrong with the salmon. I didn?t kill Helene or Celia. You can?t seriously think that.?
Just then one of the EMTs pressed his way past Bruce. ?Excuse us, sir.?
The other EMT laid the stretcher across the floor straddling the bathroom and the hallway. ?Okay, ma?am, easy does it. Just lie down here.?
?Where?s my baby?? I sobbed.
?Don?t worry, ma?am, we?ve secured her in the ambulance. Your husband is on his way to the hospital.?
I crawled onto the stretcher and felt myself being suspended in midair. I glanced at Bruce. He looked as pale as Celia had. Only he was standing on his own and
The EMTs paused at the front door, adjusting their grips on the stretcher. Bruce looked down at me. ?Kate, I
