'I think so,' I said. 'He can help me with the hard parts.' I nodded at
Hawk.
DeShayes stood. He took my five cartridges out of his pocket and put them in an ashtray on the night table.
'Be careful with these,' he said.
CHAPTER 29
I dined on chicken broth and raspberry Jell-O, which was an improvement on acorns and chokecherries, but only a small one. After I ate I fell asleep and when I woke up Susan was there. She had on black jeans that fitted the form of her leg, and low-heeled boots that came above midcalf, and a white silk blouse which she wore with the top two buttons open. Her black hair was thick and shiny, and her eyes looked extra large and shadowed in the odd hospital lighting.
Hawk was still in his chair. Susan had pulled a straight chair near the bed and sat in it. She was reading a copy of Metropolitan Home. Squinting a little, turning the magazine as she read, trying to catch the light. I lay quietly for a little while watching her.
'Hey,' I said.
She raised her head from the magazine and smiled at me, and leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth.
'Hey,' she said.
I fumbled for the remote and found it and pushed the button and raised myself up in the bed.
'How are you?' Susan said.
'Fit as a fiddle and ready for love. I could jump over the moon up above.'
Susan smiled. 'How nice,' she said, 'that your ordeal has not aged you.'
I put my hand out and she took it and we were quiet, holding hands.
Felicia came back in. 'Well,' she said, 'I see we're awake again.'
'Felicia identifies with me,' I said to Susan.
'Dr. Good will be in to see you in a little while.'
'Is his first name Feel?' I said.
'No,' Felicia said, 'I think it's Jeffrey. He's the chief resident.'
Felicia took my temperature and my blood pressure and pulse. She had me lean forward while she smoothed the sheets and plumped the pillows. While this was going on a guy in a white coat came in with a stethoscope hanging loosely from his neck.
'Hi,' he said. 'I'm Jeff Good. I was in the ER when you came in.'
I introduced Susan and started to introduce Hawk.
'I met this gentleman when he brought you in,' Dr. Good said. 'A very strong guy, it would appear. He carried you in like you were a child.'
'He's childlike in many ways,' Susan said.
Dr. Good smiled without really paying much attention and pulled back the sheet to look at my leg. He touched it lightly here and there, nodding to himself. The place was full of people who nodded to themselves. Everybody knew stuff. Nobody was saying.
'What's the diagnosis?' I said.
'Blood loss and infection, both the result of a single gunshot wound in your left thigh. Exhaustion. We're pumping you full of antibiotics now, and
I think we've got the infection under control. We gave you some blood already.'
'When can I go home?'
Good shrugged. 'Another day, probably, if your fever stays down, and you promise to see someone in Boston, and stay off the thing for a while.'
'Sure,' I said.
'Got everything you need?'
'I could use something to eat besides chicken broth and Jell-O.'
'Is that what they're feeding you?' Good shook his head. He looked at
Felicia, who stood worshipfully aside, gazing at him. 'Can we get him a real meal?'
'Of course, Doctor. No restrictions?'
'No.'
He nodded at me and went out. Felicia hurried after him.
'I'd say your chances with Felicia aren't as good as they looked,' I said to Hawk.
Hawk shrugged. 'It's 'cause I'm not trying,' he said. 'Would you care to tell me how you came to be 269
here in the hospital?' Susan said. 'I've had some high points from Hawk, but
