Federation and was still larger, a small city.
But there was something odd about Mrs. Bankerson's case. The hospital accepted all classes of patients, private, charity, and government; the floor Jill was working on usually had only government patients and its luxury suites were occupied by Federation Senators or other official guests able to command flossy service. It was unusual for a paying private patient to have a suite on her floor, or to be on her floor in any status.
Of course Mrs. Bankerson could be overflow, if the part of the Center open to the fee-paying public had no such suite available. Yes, probably that was it.
She was too rushed for a while after lunch to think about it, being busy with incoming patients. Shortly a situation came up in which she needed a powered bed. The routine action would be to phone for one to be sent up - but the storage room was in the basement a quarter of a mile away and Jill wanted the bed at once. She recalled that she had seen the powered bed which was normally in the bedroom of suite K-l2 parked in the sitting room of that suite; she remembered telling one of those marine guards not to sit on it. Apparently it had Simply been shoved in there to get it out of the way when the flotation bed had been installed for Smith.
Possibly it was still sitting there, gathering dust and still charged out to the floor. Powered beds were always in short supply and cost six times as much as an ordinary bed. While, strictly speaking, it was the wing superintendent's worry, Jill saw no reason to let overhead charges for her floor run up unnecessarily - and besides, if it was still there, she could get it at once. She decided to find out.
The sitting room door was still locked. She was startled to find that her pass key would not open it. Making a mental note to tell maintenance to repair the lock, she went on down the corridor to the watch room of the suite, intending to find out about the bed from the doctor watching over Mrs. Bankerson.
The physician on watch was the same one she had met before, Dr. Brush. He was not an intern, nor a resident, but had been brought in for this patient, Jill had learned from him, by Dr. Garner. Brush looked up as she put her head in. 'Miss Boardman! Just the person I want to see!'
'Why didn't you ring? How's your patient?'
'She's all right,' he answered, glancing up at the Peeping Tom, 'But I definitely am not.'
'Trouble?'
'Some trouble. About five minutes' worth. And my relief is not in the building. Nurse, could you spare me about that many minutes of your valuable time? And then keep your mouth shut afterwards?'
'I suppose so. I told my assistant floor supervisor I would be away for a few minutes. Let me use your phone and I'll tell her where to find me.'
'No!' he said urgently. 'Just lock that door after I leave and don't let anybody in until you hear me rap 'Shave and a Haircut' on it, that's a good girl.'
'All right, sir,' Jill said dubiously. 'Am I to do anything for your patient?'
'No, no, just sit there at the desk and watch her in the screen. You won't have to do anything. Don't disturb her.'
'Well, if anything does happen, where will you be? In the doctors' lounge?'
'I'm not going that far - just to the men's washroom down the corridor. Now shut up, please, and let me go - this is urgent.'
He left and Jill obeyed his order to lock the door after him. Then she looked at the patient through the viewer and ran her eye over the dials. The elderly woman was again asleep and the displays showed her pulse strong and her breathing even and normal; Jill wondered why Dr. Garner considered a 'death watch' necessary?
Then she remembered why she had come in there in the first place and decided that she might as well find out if the bed was in the far room without bothering Dr. Brush about it. While it was not quite according to Dr. Brush's instructions, she would not be disturbing his patient - certainly she knew how to walk through a room without waking a sleeping patient! - and she had decided years ago that what doctors did not know rarely hurt them. She opened the door quietly and went in.
A quick glance assured her that Mrs. Bankerson was in the typical sleep of the senile. Walking noiselessly she went past her to the door to the sitting room. It was locked but her pass key let her in.
She was pleased to see that the powered bed was there. Then she saw that the room was occupied - sitting in an arm chair with a picture book in his lap was the Man from Mars.
Smith looked up and gave her the beaming smile of a delighted baby.
Jill felt dizzy, as if she had been jerked out of sleep. Jumbled ideas raced through her mind. Valentine Smith here? But he couldn't be; he had been transferred somewhere else; the log showed it. But he was here.
Then all the ugly implications and possibilities seemed to line themselves up - the fake 'Man from Mars' on stereo? the old woman out there, ready to die, but in the meantime covering the fact that there was another patient in here? the door that would not open to her pass-key - and, lastly, a horrid vision of the 'meat wagon' wheeling out of here some night, with a sheet concealing the fact that it carried not one cadaver, but two.
When this last nightmare rushed through her mind, it carried in its train a cold wind of fear, the realization that she herself was in peril through having stumbled onto this top-secret fact.
Smith got clumsily up from his chair, held out both hands while still smiling and said, 'Water brother!'
'Hello. Uh? how are you?'
'I am well. I am happy.' He added something in a strange, choking speech, then corrected himself and said carefully, 'You are here, my brother. You were away. Now you are here. I drink deep of you.'
Jill felt herself helplessly split between two emotions, one that crushed and melted her heart - and an icy fear of being caught here. Smith did not seem to notice. Instead he said, 'See? I walk! I grow strong.' He demonstrated by taking a few steps back and forth, then stopped, triumphant, breathless, and smiling in front of her.
She forced herself to smile. 'We are making progress, aren't we? You keep growing stronger, that's the spirit! But I must go now - I just stopped in to say hello.'
His expression changed instantly to distress. 'Do not go!'
'Oh, but I must!'
He continued to look woebegone, then added with tragic certainty, 'I have hurted you. I did not know.'
'Hurt me? Oh, no, not at all! But I must go - and quickly!'
His face was without expression. He stated rather than asked, 'Take me with you, my brother.'
'What? Oh, I can't. And I must go, at once. Look, don't tell anyone that I was in here, please!'
'Not tell that my water brother was here?'
'Yes. Don't tell anyone. Uh, I'll try to come back, I really will. You be a good boy and wait and don't tell anyone.'
Smith digested this, looked serene. 'I will wait. I will not tell.'
'Good!' Jill wondered how the devil she possibly could get back in to see him - she certainly couldn't depend on Dr. Brush having another convenient case of trots. She realized now that the 'broken' lock had not been broken and her eye swept around to the corridor door - and she saw why she had not been able to get in. A hand bolt had been screwed to the surface of the door, making a pass key useless. As was always the case with hospitals, bathroom doors and other doors that could be bolted were so arranged as to open also by pass key, so that patients irresponsible or unruly could not lock themselves away from the nurses. But here the locked door kept Smith in, and the addition of a simple hand bolt of the sort not permitted in hospitals served to keep out even those with pass keys.
Jill walked over and opened the bolt. 'You wait. I'll come back.'
'I shall waiting.'
When she got back to the watch room she heard already knocking the Tock! Tock!Tock tock!? Tock, tock! signal that Brush had said he would use; she hurried to let him in.
He burst in, saying savagely, 'Where the hell were you, nurse? I knocked three times.' He glanced suspiciously at the inner door.
'I saw your patient turn over in her sleep,' she lied quickly. 'I was in arranging her collar pillow.'
'Damn it, I told you simply to sit at my desk!'
Jill knew suddenly that the man was even more frightened than she was - and with more reason. She counter- attacked. 'Doctor, I did you a favor,' she said coldly. 'Your patient is not properly the responsibility of the floor supervisor in the first place. But since you entrusted her to me, I had to do what seemed necessary in your absence. Since you have questioned what I have done, let's get the wing superintendent and settle the matter.'
