Part 16 (1/2)

The first time they had to bring a kid to the hospital, Kiana went with one of the other medics-a kid who panicked whenever Band-Aids didn't stick-but he was the only other medically-experienced kid willing to venture out of the Graveyard on what was potentially a suicide mission. That first time, a new arrival had climbed to the tail of a cargo jet on a dare. He fell and cracked his skull. Risa would have gone, but everyone convinced her there was no point and it was too impractical. Kiana and the nervous medic had taken the boy to the hospital with a whole fake story of what happened and doc.u.ments to back up a fake ident.i.ty. The boy died in the hospital. The second time it was a girl with a burst appendix. Again the girl was rushed to the hospital, again Risa stayed behind, and again the girl died.

Risa doesn't know what her presence at the hospital can do. All she knows is that she can't sit back and wait to hear about another kid's death.

Kiana helps Risa out of the back, then single-handedly carries Dylan into the ER waiting room, with Risa rolling in behind her. Now Risa must display her acting skills. She thinks about her friends in the band who had been playing in the Chop Shop when it blew-the ones who died-and the memory brings necessary tears to her eyes. Then she dredges up a character that saved her once before: the ditzy girl who talks in questions.

”h.e.l.lo, can somebody help us? My brother was on the roof fixing tiles? And he fell from the roof and got hurt real bad? And we didn't know what to do? So we brought him here, but there's a lot of blood and we're really scared? Can you help us?”

She hopes the tears plus the ditz can scramble anyone's BS detectors as effectively as Hush Puppy once scrambled radar. There are rumors that the Juvies have started using DNA decoders in the field. She can only hope that they haven't trickled down to hospitals yet.

Emergency room staff drop whatever they're doing and rush to their aid. In a second Dylan's on a gurney, being wheeled through the AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY doors.

”Is he going to be okay?” asks Risa, in panic that's only partially feigned. ”Because our parents are out of town? And we didn't know what to do?”

”We'll take care of him, honey,” says a nurse in a comforting tone. ”Don't you worry.” The nurse glances at Kiana, who has Dylan's blood on her clothes, then heads off into the emergency room.

The doors swing closed, and Risa rolls over to the admissions desk, with a carefully planned wallet of false information, organized to appear disorganized, and intentionally designed to make Risa appear helpless and fl.u.s.tered.

”We'll sort this all out later,” the admissions clerk says, giving up and getting on to the next person in line.

An hour of waiting with no word. Kiana's been pacing, no matter how much Risa tells her to calm down, but perhaps being nervous just plays into their cover story. Finally the same nurse comes out into the waiting room. The woman is slightly teary-eyed, and Risa feels a pit in her stomach, as if Dylan, who she didn't know before today, really is her brother.

”Honey, I'm afraid the news isn't good. You're going to have to prepare yourself.”

Risa grips the wheels of her chair, feeling a well of emotion beginning to bubble from deep inside her. Kiana puts her head in her hands.

”I'm sorry,” the nurse says, ”but your brother was just too badly injured. We did everything we could. . . .”

Risa just looks at her in disbelief and shock. The nurse puts her hand on Risa's, patting it gently. ”I can't imagine what you must be feeling right now, but we're going to have to notify your parents. We've been trying, but no one picks up at the numbers you gave us. Do you have any other way of contacting them?”

Risa, her hair dangling in front of her face, shakes her head.

”Well then,” says the nurse, ”we'll have to keep trying. In the meantime, if there's anyone else you can call . . .”

”Can you give us a few moments?” Risa asks quietly.

”Of course, dear.” The nurse squeezes her hand rea.s.suringly and goes back through the emergency room doors, where Dylan's body waits to be claimed by parents that don't exist. Risa wipes her tears away, trying to find comfort in the fact that she did the best that she could.

And then Kiana says, ”It's just like the other times.”

That makes Risa look up, and something occurs to her. She wonders how similar it is.

”Kiana . . . you do know we're supposed to go to a different hospital each time, right?”

By the look on Kiana's face, Risa can tell she never learned that particular protocol. ”Shouldn't it be the closest hospital in an emergency?” Kiana asks.

The sudden dread that Risa feels is balanced with an equal amount of hope. ”The other times you were here, did you see that same nurse?”

”I think so. At least once. That's bad, isn't it?”

”Yes and no. I'll be back.”

Risa rolls herself toward the AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL doors and pushes her way through. She finds herself in a hallway that's more starkly lit and even less inviting than the waiting room.

While hundreds of people flow through an emergency room, there aren't many teenage kids with parents who mysteriously can't be reached, and whose ”siblings” vanish upon p.r.o.nouncement of death. This nurse must have recognized Kiana-there is no question in Risa's mind. Which means there's more than one level of deception here.

”Excuse me,” someone says from farther down the hall, ”you're not supposed to be in here.”

But Risa doesn't care. She rolls into a large room marked RECOVERY. It's subdivided by curtains into cubicles with hospital beds, and she begins to pull back each curtain one by one. An empty bed. An old woman. Another empty bed, and finally, Dylan Ward. His wound has been dressed; an IV leads into his arm. He's unconscious, but a monitor shows a steady heartbeat. He's anything but dead.

Just then the nurse comes up behind Risa and turns her chair around. The woman is nowhere near as teary-eyed as before.

”You need to leave right now, or I'll call security.”

Risa locks the brake, so the chair can't be wheeled away. ”You told me he was dead!”

”And you told me he was your brother.”

”We're taking him and leaving,” Risa says, with authority enough in her voice to make it stick if she had any leverage whatsoever. Unfortunately, she doesn't.

”He's in no condition to travel-and even if he was, I would never turn an AWOL Unwind over to anyone but the Juvenile Authority.”

”Is that what you did with the others? Gave them to the Juvey-cops?”

”That's my business,” the nurse tells her, as cold as can be.

”At least give me the courtesy of knowing if the other two are still alive.”

The nurse looks at her hatefully, then says, ”They're alive. But probably in a divided state by now.”

Risa wishes she could get out of her wheelchair and slam this woman into the wall. Burning gazes fry the air between them like microwaves.

”You think I don't know what goes on down there at the Graveyard? I know; my brother's a Juvey-cop. It's a wonder they don't round you all up and send you off where you belong!” And she points off, as if knowing the exact direction of the nearest harvest camp. ”People out there are dying for lack of parts, but you and your selfish friends in the resistance would rather let good people die.”

So here it is, thinks Risa. The rift between two completely different versions of right and wrong. This woman sees Risa as a filthy outlaw, and nothing will ever change that.

”Are you really doing this to help society,” Risa snaps, ”or is it for the reward money?”

The woman breaks her gaze, and Risa knows the truth. The woman's moral high ground has split beneath her, and she's fallen into the chasm.

”You go back and tend to your dirty horde,” the nurse says. ”Do that and I'll pretend you were never here.”

But Risa can't go. She can't leave Dylan to be unwound.

Just then a Juvey-cop comes into the emergency room.