Part 14 (1/2)

That. He folded the paper twice again, creasing it with his thumbnail. Amelia, Blaze, I'm not sure you know how much he loves you, depends on you.

Of course I do. The feeling's mutual.

Well, I've never been inside your head. From Julian's point of view, there's some imbalance, asymmetry.

Amelia sat back in the couch. So what does he want of me? she said stiffly. He knows I only have so much time. Only have one life.

He knows you're married to your work. That what you do is more important than what you are.

That's harsh enough. They both flinched when someone in another room dropped a tray of instruments. But it's true of most of the people we know. The world's full of proles and slacks. If Julian were one of them, I would never have even met him.

That's not quite it. I'm in your cla.s.s, too, obviously. Sitting around consuming would drive us crazy. He looked at the wall, reaching for words. I guess I'm asking that you take a part-time job, as therapist, in addition to being a full-time physicist. Until he's better.

She stared at him in a way she sometimes stared at a student. Thank you for not pointing out that he's done the same thing for me. She stood up suddenly and crossed over to the coffee machine. Want a cup?

No, thank you.

When she came back she hooked a chair around so that the table was between them. A week ago I would have dropped everything to be his therapist. I love him more than you, or he, seem to think, and of course I owe him, too.

She paused and leaned forward. But the world has gotten a lot more complicated in the last few days. Did you know he went to Was.h.i.+ngton?

No. Government business?

Not exactly. But that's where I was, working. He came to me with what I see now was obviously a cry for help.

About killing the boy?

And all the other death, the tramplings. I was properly horrified, even before I saw the news. But I... I... She started to take a drink of coffee but put it down and sobbed, a startling, racking sound. She knuckled away sudden tears.

It's all right.

It's not all right. But it's bigger than him or me. Bigger than whether we even live or die.

What, wait. Slow down. Your work?

I've said too much. But yes.

What is it, some sort of defense application?

You could say that. Yes.

He sat back and pressed on his beard, as if it were pasted on. Defense. Blaze, Dr. Harding ... I spend all day watching people lie to me. I'm not an expert in much, but I'm an expert in that.

So?

So nothing. Your business is your business, and my interest in it begins and ends with how it affects my patient. I don't care if your job is saving the country, saving the world. All I ask is that when you're not working with that, you're working with him.

I'll do that, of course.

You do owe him.

Dr. Jefferson. I have one Jewish mother already. I don't need one with a beard and a suit.

Point well taken. I didn't mean to be insulting. He stood up. I'm misdirecting my own sense of responsibility onto you. I should not have let him go after we jacked. If I'd admitted him, put him under observation, this wouldn't have happened.

Amelia took his offered hand. Okay. You beat yourself up over this, and I'll beat myself up over it, and our patient will have to improve, by osmosis.

He smiled. Take care. Take care of yourself. This kind of thing is a terrible strain.

This kind of thing! She watched him leave and heard the outer door close. She felt her face redden and fought the pressure of tears behind her eyes, then let it win.

WHEN I'D STARTED TO die it felt like I was drifting through a corridor of white light. Then I wound up in a big room with Amelia and my parents and a dozen or so friends and relations. My father was the way I remember him from grade school, slim and beardless. Nan Li, the first girl I was ever serious about, was standing next to me with her hand in my pocket, stroking. Amelia had an absurd grin, watching us.

n.o.body said anything. We just looked at each other. Then everything faded out and I woke up in the hospital with an oxygen mask over my face and the smell of vomit deep inside my nose. My jaw hurt, as if someone had punched me.

My arm felt like it belonged to someone else, but I managed to drag my hand up and pull the mask down. There was someone in the room, out of focus, and I asked for a Kleenex and she handed it to me. I tried to blow my nose but it triggered retching, and she held me up and put a metal bowl under my chin while I coughed and drooled most attractively. Then she handed me a gla.s.s of water and said to rinse, and I realized it was Amelia, not a nurse. I said something romantic like oh, s.h.i.+t, and started to black out again, and she eased me back to the pillow and worked the mask over my face.

I heard her calling for a nurse and then I pa.s.sed out.

It's strange how much detail you recall from some parts of an experience like this, and how little of others. They told me later that I slept a solid fifteen hours after the little puking ceremony. It felt more like fifteen seconds. I woke up as if from a slap, with Dr. Jefferson drawing a hypo gun away from my arm.

I wasn't wearing the oxygen mask anymore. Don't try to sit up, Jefferson said. Get your bearings.

Okay. I was just able to focus on him. First bearing, I'm not dead, right? I didn't take enough pills.

Amelia found you and saved you.

I'll have to thank her.

By that, you mean you're going to try again?

How many people don't?

Plenty. He held out a gla.s.s of water with a plastic straw. People attempt suicide for various reasons.

I drank a cold sip. You don't think I was actually serious about it.

I do. You're pretty competent at everything you do. You'd be dead if Amelia hadn't come home.

I'll thank her, I repeated.

She's sleeping now. She stayed with you for as long as she could keep her eyes open.

Then you came.

She called me. She didn't want you to wake up alone. He weighed the hypodermic gun in his hand. I decided to help you along with a mild stimulant.

I nodded and sat up a little. It feels pretty good, actually. Did it counteract the drug? The poison.

No, you've already been treated for that. Do you want to talk about it?