if she were in a cage instead of a bed.
Renie glared at Judith. âIf I draw any more attentionto myself, theyâll probably make me go back inside and close the door.â
Her cousin had a point. Judith tried to relax. She could hear the distorted sounds of the hospital loudspeaker, summoning certain parties to specific places. âOkay,â Judith inquired, âwho do you think is in Randallâs room besides Margie and Dr. Van Boeck and the other guy?â
âA couple of nurses, maybe,â Renie said. âWhatâs her name? Appleby? Oh, and Sister Jacqueline, but she just came out and is headedââRenie pausedââright past me. Sheâs going to the nursesâ station.â
The doctor who had reminded Renie of Ronald Colman came back into the hallway. He caught Renieâs eye and scowled.
âWould you mind stepping back into your own room, please?â he said in a cold, cultured voice.
âI kind of would,â Renie replied. âWhat about the patientâs right to know?â
âKnow?â snapped the physician, his fine silvery mustache quivering with outrage. âWhat do you need to know? Please go back inside and close your door.â
âOkay,â Renie said, but didnât budge. Apparently the doctor wasnât used to being disobeyed, since he didnât look back, but resumed his quick pace down the corridor.
âBack to the play-by-play,â said Renie. âComing in out of the bullpen and onto the mound, otherwise known as Bob Randallâs room, is Peter Garnett, chief of surgery.â She relayed the information sheâd gotten off the manâs name tag. âHis ERA, otherwise known as Good Cheerâs mortality rate, is way up. No wonder he looks so bad.â
A moment later, two orderlies bodily carried MargieRandall out of her husbandâs room. She looked as if sheâd fainted. The little group moved off in the opposite direction. Then, before Renie could recount what had happened, two more orderlies appeared, on the run.
âMore action on the field,â Renie said. âMargie struck outâas in out coldâand another pair of orderlies have been called in from the dugout.â Sheâd barely finished speaking when the orderlies reappeared, pushing what looked like Bob Randall on a gurney. His face was covered with a sheet, and Renie let out a little squawk as the entourage all but flew down the hall, then disappeared into an elevator that must have been waiting for them.
âOh, dear.â Renie gulped and crossed herself. âI think Bobâs just been taken out of the game.â
âWhatâs the rush?â Judith asked. âMaybe heâs not really dead.â
But Renie sounded dubious. âHe looked pretty dead to me.â She lingered in the doorway, but events seemed to have come to a standstill. Several staff members were still talking in groups of twos and threes, but the high-pitched excitement of the past few minutes had dwindled into muffled voices and slumped shoulders. Robbie the Robot scooted down the hall, blinking and beeping to announce his passage.
âCall for the nurse, any nurse,â Renie said, finally returning to her bed. âTheyâll come for you. Whoa.â She collapsed, still clinging to her IV stand. âIâm not ready for prime time. I feel all wobbly.â
Judith pressed the button. âI could use a dose of painkiller,â she said. âItâs been a while.â
But it was almost half an hour before Corinne Appleby appeared, her face flushed and her manner stillagitated. âIâm supposed to be off duty at eleven,â she said with a quick glance at her watch, âbut as you probably know, we have had an emergency. I have to stay a bit longer. Iâll take your vitals now and then get some more pain medication.â
The nurseâs fingers fumbled with the thermometer; she gave herself
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