a huge German shepherd, stood on the edge of the steps growling loudly.
'Nice doggy,' Kirk said. 'Choke on a bone, why don't you.'
The dog ran down the steps and out the front sidewalk toward them. It was still barking loudly.
'It'll wake the whole neighborhood,' Amy said. She began to run. Her shoes pattered along the sidewalk. Kirk spun his wheels as fast as he could. The dog ran after them a little way and then stopped, still barking, at the corner of the property.
Kirk shouted back, 'Hush up, Rover.' He caught up to Amy, threw her a carnation and wheeled right on past. Amy walked along behind him swinging the flower in the lamplight. She sang a no-song in the night air, humming a tune that had no name. Kirk slowed down and Amy skipped along beside him for a moment, hitting him on the head with the carnation.
They reached the hospital doors.
'Shhhh,' said Amy, out of breath and laughing. 'We're burglars. We're stealing flowers into the hospital. No one had better hear us or we'll be in real trouble.'
She pushed the swinging door open and Kirk passed inside. Amy followed. The entrance lobby was dark and deserted. Across the corridor the light of the elevator sign glowed. They moved quietly toward it. Amy couldn't stop giggling.
'Shhh,' Kirk said. 'Can't you ever be serious.'
Amy giggled even louder.
'You look so funny rolling around half covered with flowers.' She picked up a carnation and stuck it behind Kirk's ear.
Kirk pressed the 'Up' button and the elevator doors opened. They entered and pushed for the sixth floor. The elevator carried them up. On the sixth floor the doors swished open again. This hall was brighter than the lobby had been. Down the corridor Amy saw the light from the nurses' station.
'Quietly, now. Let's not get caught.'
Amy tiptoed, but the quiet taps of her shoes on the tile floor seemed impossibly loud in the stillness of the hallway. Even the whirr of the wheelchair carried in the silence. Amy giggled again when she looked down at Kirk half covered in flowers.
They were almost to Amy's room when Nurse Schultz swung out of the nurses' station and said, 'Well, there you are, our two escapees. You had me scared to death, until finally Brent explained. And don't be mad, I had to almost strangle it out of him.'
'Did you tell anyone?' Amy asked.
'No, I didn't, although Lord knows I should have reported it immediately. It was a foolish thing to do, particularly for you, Amy, in that cool night air.'
'It was beautiful out.'
'I know,' said Nurse Schultz. 'I hope it was worth it. Now both of you, hurry to bed. It's late.'
Amy turned into her room. 'Give Brent his flowers, will you, Kirk? And tell him good night for me. Thanks, Kirk. I liked the movie.'
'Night, Amy. See you tomorrow.'
Nurse Schultz pushed Kirk the rest of the way down the hall to his room. She clucked her tongue several times and laughed quietly once.
'Thanks, Nurse Schultz. Good night.'
'Good night, Kirk. Be good from now on, huh? You wouldn't want to get old Nurse Schultz in trouble now, would you?'
'Night,' Kirk said and wheeled into his room.
'Hi,' Brent said in the darkness. Only the two night-lights glowed. 'Have a nice time?'
'Yeah, great. Brought you a present.'
'Oh, yeah? What is it?'
'Turn on your light.'
Brent did and immediately burst out laughing. 'What did you do, ambush a funeral?'
'Just about,' Kirk said, laughing too. 'Just thought you might like a little consolation present for having to stay home tonight.'
Kirk wheeled over to one of the sinks. He dumped the pile of flowers into it and filled it with water.
'That should do until morning. Amy would shoot us if we just let them die overnight.'
Kirk moved over to his bed and shifted himself from the wheelchair. He struggled out of his clothes and got his pajamas on. Brent turned his light out and they lay in darkness.
'Was the movie good?' Brent asked.
'Okay. It was a love story. The girl had a nice pair.'
'I wish I could have gone out too.'
'Yeah, I know. But you'll be going home in a few days.'
'Since my brace has been delivered, the doctor says I can get it on and try standing up and maybe walking around a little tomorrow as long as I'm careful. It doesn't look too hard to get into. The nurse showed me how.'
'Yeah, that's great.'
'I'll almost be sorry to leave,' Brent said.
A white ghostly figure appeared in the doorway, silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. It was Amy in a pale nightgown.
'Hi,' she said in a soft voice. 'I couldn't go to sleep without seeing how you liked your flowers.'
'They're great, Amy. Thanks for thinking of me,' Brent said.
She crossed to his bedside.
'I'm glad you like them. We wanted to bring you something.'
'We almost got bitten by the Hound of the Baskervilles getting them for you,' Kirk said. 'You better like them.'
All three laughed quietly.
'We better not let Nurse Schultz catch me in here,' Amy said. 'She's been too good about the whole thing already. I'm kind of weary. Mind if I climb into bed with you, Brent?'
'Be my guest. I hate to admit it, but this will be a McAllister first.'
Amy slid between the sheets. She and Brent lay stretched out side by side.
'Your bed's warm,' Amy said. 'Thanks.'
'Was it nice out there tonight?' Brent whispered.
'It was lovely,' Amy said. 'I wanted to catch you a firefly.'
'I like the flowers. Thanks.'
'Kirk,' Amy asked, 'how many people do you figure can fit into one of these hospital beds?'
'I don't know.' His voice passed from one bed to the other through the darkness.
'You think maybe three?' she asked.
'We could see,' Kirk answered.
'Come on over,' Brent said.
Kirk sat up and grabbed for one of his crutches. He stood supporting himself with it and hobbled over to Brent's bed. Brent and Amy shifted over toward the window to give him room. Kirk climbed in too.
'It sure wasn't built for three,' Kirk said. 'I'm not complaining, you understand.'
They lay together side by side in silence for a long time. Their breathing seemed to follow the same rhythm.
'The world doesn't seem so bad right now,' Amy said.
'It's like a three-legged race, I guess. You can't make it to the finish line by yourself,' Kirk said.
Amy reached her left hand over Brent and took his hand. She reached her right hand over Kirk and grasped his hand. She gave both a small squeeze. Then she crossed her arms and brought Brent's and Kirk's hands in hers up until all four lay crossed on her chest. Brent and Kirk let their hands rest in hers.
'Hey, Amy...' Brent began to whisper.
'Hush, don't talk,' Amy said.
They were silent. Their breathing came in unison.
