John Holton (john_holton) wrote,
John Holton

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Rain, rain, go away...

It's done nothing but rain here all day. I guess we're catching the back end of Bob, or whatever. I had the Weather Channel on today, and one of the subtitles was "Remnants Of Bob." What a great title for a story. Maybe someone can write it and post it out here.

The weather was so bad that my usual bimonthly writer's group meeting was cancelled. It was just as well; I was able to stay home and write the next part of the story. The Braves could have used some of this rain; I stopped watching about half an hour ago, when they were losing 12-1. It's now 18-1.

Nothing Makes Sense

When they got Kate and me into the ambulance, I passed out. When I woke up, I was in an emergency room, and my mother and Francis were sitting with me.

"W...where am I?" I stuttered.

"You're at St. Francis Hospital in Evanston," my mother said. "What happened?"

"I was out on a date...."

"Yes, we know, dear. We met her parents when we got here. She's an adorable girl, Tony."

"Thanks, Mom, but you didn't let me finish. We were coming out of the place, and going over to the L..."

"What place, honey?"

"Mom! Please! I'm trying to answer your first question. I've got a headache, I'm sore all over..."

"The doctor said you had a concussion, and that you probably dislocated your shoulder, but you didn't break anything, thank God."

"Mom, let Tony finish," Francis chimed in.

Mom turned to Francis, her eyes beetling. "I'm trying to talk to your brother."

"And he's trying to talk to you, Mom, and you keep interrupting him."

"I'm sorry, I'm just very worried." She turned back to me. "So you were crossing the street and this car came around the corner?"

"Yeah. We were about halfway across, and I tried to pull Kate out of the way, and the car hit her. Is she all right?"

"I don't know, dear. Her parents didn't have much news. They said that she was in surgery."

"Surgery?" I felt sick. I tried to sit up, but the room started spinning, and the light was hurting my eyes.

A nurse in a scrub uniform slid the curtain surrounding my bed away. "Hello, Mr. Reardon, how do you feel?"

"Like someone beat me over the head with a hammer."

"I can imagine. Anything else?"

"I'm sore all over, and I'm worried about my girlfriend."

"OK, well, you rest. I'll see what I can find out about your girlfriend. Is she the red haired young woman that came in with you?"


"I'll see what I can find out. I believe that they took her to surgery. She was very badly injured, but I'm sure that she'll be all right."

A young doctor came in behind her. "I'm Dr. Weiss. How are you feeling, Tony?"

"He says that he's dizzy..." Mom began.

"Are you his mother?"

"Yes, Doctor, I'm Virginia Reardon, and this is Tony's brother, Francis."

"Nice to meet you both," the doctor said. "Francis, why don't you take your mother for a cup of coffee while I examine your brother?"

"OK," Francis said. "C'mon, Mom, let's go get coffee."

"Thank you, Francis, but I'd just as soon stay with your brother..."

"Mom?" Francis put his hand on our mother's shoulder. "Let's go get some coffee. The doctor ain't gonna hurt Tony."

"Isn't, Francis."

"Yeah, that too. Come on."

"Oh, all right," Mom said. She stood up, put her coat over her arm and picked up her purse. "Tony, dear, we'll be back in a few minutes."

The doctor drew the curtain when they had left. "OK, so, your mother said that you're dizzy."

"Yeah, my head hurts, my arm hurts, my knees both hurt, and the light is hurting my eyes. And I think I'm going to be sick." I leaned over the edge of the bed and puked. "Sorry," I said.

"That's OK, we can get that cleaned up." He leaned out and asked the nurse to send someone with a mop and bucket. "Yes, you're definitely showing signs of a concussion. You're slurring your words a little bit, too."

"Doctor, what's going on with my girlfriend?"

"What's her name?"

"Ro...I'm sorry, Kate Molloy."

"Right. The girl that came in with you. They took her right to surgery. She had a pretty badly broken hip and some damage to the pelvis, and they're upstairs now getting her fixed up. I wouldn't worry about her. They can do great things these days."

"What time is it, anyway?"

He looked at his watch. "It's...quarter after three."

"Already? Man!" I laid back and closed my eyes.

"OK, don't go to sleep yet," the doctor said. "We're going to keep you in the hospital overnight...well, at least as much of the night as we have left. The police are going to want to talk to you, since it was a hit-and-run. Understand?"

"Yeah. When am I going to get out?"

"Oh, you might be out tomorrow or Monday...."

"I have a test on Monday!" I tried to sit up, but couldn't.

"Not in your condition, pal. You need to concentrate on healing here. I'll work on getting you into a room."

He left, and I went right back to sleep.

Light was filtering through the drawn drapes of my room when I woke up. I turned to find a clock, and was surprised to see Rosalie sitting there.

"Hey, handsome," she said, and kissed me on the cheek. "I hear you had a little accident last night."

"What are you doing here?" I demanded.

"Visiting you," she said. "I stopped at the store and didn't see you, and I asked your boss where you were, and he said that you and Kate had been in an accident and were both in the hospital. I called all of them until I found you. What happened?"

I told her the story of the night before, as best as I could remember it. "Rosalie, what's going on?"

"I'm not sure, honey. I'm trying to find out. I have my suspicions, but I need to check into a few more things before I can say for certain."

"What do you think is going on?"

"I'd really rather not say..."

"Oh, OK, fine. Someone's tried three times in the past week to run me over with a car, he damn near succeeds last night, he damn near kills my girlfriend, who doesn't have a goddamn thing to do with any of this shit, and you don't want to tell me what the fuck is going on...."

"Tony, calm down..."

"No, goddamn it. I want some answers."

"You'll get answers when I have them." She stood up and put her coat on. "I have to go. I promise, when I know more, I'll tell you." She bent over to kiss me on the forehead, and I turned away. "Fine, be that way," she said, her voice choking. She turned and left.

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