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u scared us both to death。〃 Her china…blue eyes were rimmed in red； and her hair looked terrible。 Jack saw。 Well； she never was able to do much of anything with her hair。 The surgical caps always ruined it。
〃Yeah； I know。 Anyway； it doesn't look like I'll be doing much more of that for a while；〃 he grunted。 〃Matter of fact； it doesn't look like I'll be doing much of anything for a while。〃 That drew a smile。 It was good to see her smile。
〃Fine。 You're supposed to conserve your energy。 Maybe this'll teach you a lesson and don't tell me about all those strange hotel beds going to waste。〃 She squeezed his hand。 Her smile turned impish。 〃We'll probably work something out in a few weeks。 How do I look？〃
〃Like hell。〃 Jack laughed quietly。 〃I take it the doc was a somebody？〃
He saw his wife relax a little。 〃You might say that。 Sir Charles Scott is one of the best orthopods in the world。 He trained Professor Knowles he did a super job on you。 You're lucky to have an arm at all； you know my God！〃
〃Easy； babe。 I'm going to live； remember？〃
〃I know； I know。〃
〃It's going to hurt； isn't it？〃
Another smile。 〃Just a bit。 Well。 I've got to put Sally down。 I'll be back tomorrow。〃 She bent down to kiss him。 Skin full of drugs； oxygen tube； dry mouth； and all； it felt good。 God； he thought； God； how I love this girl。 Cathy squeezed his hand one more time and left。
The Bette Davis nurse came back。 It was not a satisfactory trade。
〃I'm 'Doctor' Ryan； too； you know；〃 Jack said warily。
〃Very good； Doctor。 It is time for you to get some rest。 I'll be here to look after you all night。 Now sleep。 Doctor Ryan。〃
On this happy note Jack closed his eyes。 Tomorrow would be a real bitch； he was sure。 It would keep。
Chapter 2 Cops and Royals
Ryan awoke at 6：35 A。M。 He knew that because it was announced by a radio disc jockey whose voice faded to an American Country & Western song of the type which Ryan avoided at home by listening to all…news radio stations。 The singer was admonishing mothers not to allow their sons to bee cowboys； and Ryan's first muddled thought of the day was。 Surely they don't have that problem over here 。 。 。 do they？ His mind drifted along on this tangent for half a minute； wondering if the Brits had CAW bars with sawdust on the floors； mechanical bull rides； and office workers who strutted around with pointy…toed boots and five…pound belt buckles 。 。 。 Why not？ he concluded。 Yesterday I saw something right out of a Dodge City movie。
Jack would have been just as happy to slide back into sleep。 He tried closing his eyes and willing his body to relax； but it was no use。 The flight from Dulles had left early in the morning； barely three hours after he'd awakened。 He hadn't slept on the plane it was something he simply could not do but flying always exhausted him； and he'd gone to bed soon after arriving at the hotel。 Then how long had he been unconscious in the hospital？ Too long； he realized。 Ryan was all slept out。 He would have to begin facing the day。
Someone off to his right was playing a radio just loudly enough to hear。 Ryan turned his head and was able to see his shoulder
Shoulder； he thought； that's why I'm here。 But where's here？ It was a different room。 The ceiling was smooth plaster； recently painted。 It was dark； the only illumination ing from a light on the table next to the bed； perhaps enough to read by。 There seemed to be a painting on the wall at least a rectangle darker than the wall； which wasn't white。 Ryan took this in； consciously delaying his examination of his left arm until no excuses remained。 He turned his head slowly to the left。 He saw his arm first of all。 It was sticking up at an angle； wrapped in a plaster and fiberglass cast that went all the way to his hand。 His fingers stuck out like an afterthought； about the same shade of gray as the plaster…gauze wrappings。 There was a metal ring at the back of the wrist； and in the ring was a hook whose chain led to a metal frame that arced over the bed like a crane。
First things first。 Ryan tried to wiggle his fingers。 It took several seconds before they acknowledged their subservience to his central nervous system。 Ryan let out a long breath and closed his eyes to thank God for that。 About where his elbow was； a metal rod angled downward to join the rest of the cast； which； he finally appreciated； began at his neck and went diagonally to his waist。 It left his arm sticking out entirely on its own and made Ryan look like half a bridge。 The cast was not tight on his chest； but touched almost everywhere； and already he had itches where he couldn't scratch。 The surgeon had said something about immobilizing the shoulder； and； Ryan thought glumly； he hadn't been kidding。 His shoulder ached in a distant sort of way with the promise of more to e。 His mouth tasted like a urinal； and the rest of his body was stiff and sore。 He turned his head the other way。
〃Somebody over there？〃 he asked softly。
〃Oh； hello。〃 A face appeared at the edge of the bed。 Younger than Ryan； mid…twenties or so； and lean。 He was dressed casually； his tie loose in his collar； and the edge of a shoulder holster showed under his jacket。 〃How are you feeling； sir？〃
Ryan attempted a smile； wondering how successful it was。 〃About how I look； probably。 Where am I； who are you first； is there a glass of water in this place？〃
The policeman poured ice water from a plastic jug into a plastic cup。 Ryan reached out with his right hand before he noticed that it wasn't tied down as it had been the last time he awoke。 He could now feel the place where the IV catheter had been。 Jack greedily sucked the water from the straw。 It was only water； but no beer ever tasted better after a day's yardwork。 〃Thanks； pal。〃
〃My name is Anthony Wilson。 I'm supposed to look after you。 You are in the VIP suite of St。 Thomas's Hospital。 Do you remember why you're here； sir？〃
〃Yeah； I think so；〃 Ryan nodded。 〃Can you unhook me from this thing？ I have to go。〃 The other reminder of the IV。
〃I'll ring the sister here。〃 Wilson squeezed the button that was pinned to the edge of Ryan's pillow。
Less than fifteen seconds later a nurse came through the door and flipped on the overhead lights。 The blaze of light dazzled Jack for a moment before he saw it was a different nurse。 Not Bette Davis； this one was young and pretty； with the eager； protective look mon to nurses。 Ryan had seen it before； and hated it。
〃Ah； we're awake；〃 she observed brightly。 〃How are we feeling？〃
〃Great；〃 Ryan grumped。 〃Can you unhook me？ I have to go to the john。〃
〃We're not supposed to move just yet。 Doctor Ryan。 Let me fetch you something。〃 She disappeared out the door before he could object。 Wilson watched her leave with an appraising look。 Cops and nurses； Ryan thought。 His dad had married a nurse； he'd met her after bringing a gunshot victim into the emergency room。
The nurse her name tag said KITTIWAKE returned in under a minute bearing a stainless steel urinal as though it were a priceless gift； which under the circumstances； it was； Ryan admitted to himself。 She lifted the covers on the bed and suddenly Jack realized that his hospital gown was not really on； but just tied loosely around his neck worse； the nurse was about to make the necessary adjustments for him to use the urinal。 Ryan's right hand shot downward under the covers to take it away from her。 He thanked God for the second time this morning that he was able； barely； to reach down far enough。
〃Could you； uh； excuse me for a minute？〃 Ryan willed the girl out of the room； and she went； smiling her disappointment。 He waited for the door to close pletely before continuing。 In deference to Wilson he stifled his sigh of relief。 Kittiwake was back through the door after counting to sixty。
〃Thank you。〃 Ryan handed her the receptacle and she disappeared out the door。 It had barely swung shut when she was back again。 This time she stuck a thermometer in his mouth and grabbed his wrist to take his pulse。 The thermometer was one of the new electronic sort； and both tasks were pleted in fifteen seconds。 Ryan asked for the score； but got a smile