Sharon stopped. So did Regan. Sharon turned and saw nothing. And then screamed as she felt Regan's tongue snaking out at her ankle.
Chris whitened. 'Call that doctor and get him out of bed! Get him now!'
Wherever Sharon moved, Regan would follow.
CHAPTER FOUR
Friday, April 29. While Chris waited in the hall outside the bedroom, Dr. Klein and a noted neuropsychiatrist were examining Regan.
The doctors observed for half all hour. Flinging. Whirling. Tearing at the hair. She occasionally grimaced and pressed her hands against her ears as if blotting out sudden, deafening noise. She bellowed obscenities. Screamed in pain. Then at last she flung herself face downward onto the bed and tucked her legs up under her stomach. She moaned incoherently.
The psychiatrist motioned Klein away from the bed.
'Let's get her tranquilized,' he whispered. 'Maybe I can talk to her.'
The internist nodded and prepared an injection of fifty milligrams of Thorazine. When the doctors approached the bed, however, Regan seemed to sense them and quickly turned over, and as the neuropsychiatrist attempted to hold her, she began to shriek in malevolent fury. Bit him. Fought him. Held him off. It was only when Karl was called in to assist that they managed to keep her sufficiently rigid for Klein to administer the injection.
The dosage proved inadequate. Another fifty milligrams was injected. They waited.
Regan grew tractable. Then dreamy. Then stared at the doctors in sudden bewilderment. 'Where's Mom? I want my Mom!' she wept.
At a nod from the neuropsychiatrist, Klein left the room to go and get Chris.
'Your mother will be here in just a second, dear,' the psychiatrist told Regan. He sat on the bed and stroked her head. 'There, there, it's all right, dear, I'm a doctor.'
'I want Mom!' wept Regan.
'She's coming. Do you hurt, dear?'
She nodded, the tears streaming down.
'Where?'
'just every place!' sobbed Regan. 'I feel all achy!'
'Oh, my baby!'
'Mom!'
Chris ran to the bed and hugged her. Kissed her. Comforted and soothed. Then Chris herself began to weep. 'Oh, Rags, you're back! It's really you!'
'Oh, Mom, he hurt me!' Regan sniffled. 'Make him stop hurting me! Please? Okay?'
Chris looked puzzled for a moment, then glanced to the doctors with a pleading question in her eyes.
'She's heavily sedated,' the psychiatrist said gently.
'You mean...?'
He cut her off. 'We'll see.' Then he turned to Regan. 'Can you tell me what's wrong, dear?'
'I don't know,' she answered. 'I don't know why he does it to me.' Tears rolled down from her eyes. 'He was always my friend before!'
'Who's that?'
'Captain Howdy! And then it's like somebody else is inside me! Making me do things!'
'Captain Howdy?'
'I don't know!'
'A person?'
She nodded.
'Who?'
'I don't know!'
'Well, all right, then; let's try something, Regan. A game.' He was reaching in his pocket for a shining bauble attached to a silvery length of chain. 'Have you ever seen movies where someone gets hypnotized?'
She nodded.
'Well, I'm a hypnotist. Oh, yes! I hypnotize people all the time. That's, of course, if they let me. Now I think if I hypnotize you, Regan, it will help you get well. Yes, that person inside you will come right out. Would you like to be hypnotized? See, your mother's right here, right beside you'
Regan looked questioningly to Chris.
'Go ahead, honey, do it,' Chas urged her. 'Try It.'
Regan turned, to the psychiatrist and nodded 'Okay,' she said softly. 'But only a little.'
