'You've got the shakes,' she said, alarmed. 'Aunt Kay, you're white as a sheet.' She stepped closer to my desk. 'I'm getting you home.'
Pain skewered my chest, and I involuntarily pressed a hand there.
'I can't.' I could barely talk.
The pain was so sharp and I could not catch my breath.
Lucy tried to help me up, but I was too weak. My hands were going numb, fingers cramping, and I leaned forward in the chair and shut my eyes as I broke out in a profuse cold sweat. I was breathing rapid, shallow breaths.
She panicked.
I was vaguely aware of her yelling into the phone. I tried to tell her I was all right, that I needed a paper bag, but I could not talk. I knew what was happening, but I could not tell her. Then she was wiping my face with a cool, wet cloth. She was massaging my shoulders, soothing me as I wearily stared down at my hands curled in my lap like claws. I knew what was going to happen, but I was too exhausted to fight it.
'Call Dr. Zenner,' I managed to say as pain stabbed my chest again. 'Tell her to meet us there.'
'Where is there?' Terrified, Lucy dabbed my face again.
'MCV.'
'You're going to be all right,' she said.
I did not speak.
'Don't you worry.'
I could not straighten my hands, and I was so cold I was shivering.
'I love you, Aunt Kay,' Lucy cried.
14
The Medical College of Virginia had saved my niece's life last year, for no hospital in the area was more adept at guiding the badly injured through their golden hour. She had been medflighted here after flipping my car, and I was convinced the damage to her brain would have been permanent had the Trauma Unit not been so skilled. I had been in the MCV emergency room many times, but never as a patient before this night.
By nine-thirty, I was resting quietly in a small, private room on the hospital's fourth floor. Marino and Janet were outside the door, Lucy at my bedside holding my hand.
'Has anything else happened with CAIN?' I asked.
'Don't think about that right now,' she ordered. 'You need to rest and be quiet.'
'They've already given me something to be quiet. I am being quiet.'
'You're a wreck,' she said.
'I'm not a wreck.'
'You almost had a heart attack.'
'I had muscle spasms and hyperventilated,' I said. 'I know exactly what I had. I reviewed the cardiogram. I had nothing that a paper bag over my head and a hot bath wouldn't have fixed.'
'Well, they're not going to let you out of here until they're sure you don't have any more spasms. You don't fool around with chest pain.'
'My heart is fine. They will let me out when I say so.'
'You're noncompliant.'
'Most doctors are,' I said.
Lucy stared stonily at the wall. She had not been gentle since coming into my room. I was not sure why she was angry.
'What are you thinking about?' I asked.
They're setting up a command post,' she said. 'They were talking about it in the hall.'
'A command post?'
'At police headquarters,' she said. 'Marino's been back and forth to the pay phone, talking to Mr. Wesley.'
'Where is he?' I asked.
'Mr. Wesley or Marino?'
'Benton.'
'He's coming here.'
'He knows I'm here,' I said.
Lucy looked at me. She was no fool. 'He's on his way here,' she said as a tall woman with short gray hair and piercing eyes walked in.
'My, my, Kay,' Dr. Anna Zenner said, leaning over to hug me. 'So now I must make house calls.'
'This doesn't exactly constitute a house call,' I said. 'This is a hospital. You remember Lucy?'
'Of course.' Dr. Zenner smiled at my niece.
'I'll be outside the door,' Lucy said.
' Dr. Zenner smiled at my niece.
'I'll be outside the door,' Lucy said.
'You forget I do not come downtown unless I have to,' Dr. Zenner went on. 'Especially when it snows.'
'Thank you, Anna. I know you don't make house calls, hospital calls or any other kinds of calls,' I said sincerely as the door shut. I'm so glad you're here.'
Dr. Zenner sat by my bed. I instantly felt her energy, for she dominated a room without trying. She was remarkably fit for someone in her early seventies and was one of the finest people I knew.
'What have you done to yourself?' she asked in a German accent that had not lessened much with time.
'I fear it is finally getting to me,' I said. 'These cases.'
She nodded. 'It is all I hear about. Every time I pick up a newspaper or turn on TV.'
'I almost shot Lucy tonight.' I looked into her eyes.
'Tell me how that happened?'
I told her.
'But you did not fire the gun?'
'I came close.'
'No bullets were fired?'
'No,' I said.
'Then you did not come so close.'
'That would have been the end of my life.' I shut my eyes as they welled up with tears.