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"Wearing . . . a uniform?"
"No," Warren said, puzzled by my question. But I remembered the face and the hair, and I associated it with a uniform of some kind. Not armed forces . . . if I could just stop hurting, I could remember.
Someone in the house started screaming, and this time it was a woman.
"Why is she screaming?" I asked Warren.
"I guess she's worried about . . . " Warren said.
I must have missed another second or two. Well, the pressure on the shoulder, Warren was serious about maintaining it. Mustapha was back when I opened my eyes. "Warren's not supposed to be armed," he told me.
"Huh?" I said with a huge effort, because I actually was beginning to feel swimmy and weird. Finally. Bring on the unconsciousness, I thought; and for once, I got my wish.
I woke to chaos. The two paramedics who had come to get Tara when she went into labor were now bending over me. They looked intent on their work, which at that moment was wheeling my stretcher to the ambulance.
So here's the story, a voice was saying in my head. Thoughts don't have voices, of course, and I wasn't sure who was telling me this, since I was too tired to turn my head to look around the yard. The gun is yours. Someone gave it to you. You asked Warren to take you target shooting because you wanted to be sure you knew how to use it. He cleaned it for you. That's the only reason he had it with him. Then that asshole came out of the house and fired at you, and naturally, Warren fired back, since he didn't want you to get killed. Nod if you understand.
"That's what really almost happened," I said, moving my head up and down. The medics looked at me with concern. I had misspoken. "That's what happened, but not really. " More accurate?
"Sookie, how are you feeling?" one of them asked. The taller one.
"Not too good," I said.
"We're getting you to Clarice. You'll be there in ten minutes," she said, a little optimistically.
"Who else is hurt?" I said.
"Just worry about yourself right now," she said. "The guy who shot you, they tell me he's dead. "
"Good," I said, and they seemed surprised. Is it not okay to be glad that someone who tried to kill you is down on the ground? If I were a better person, a much better person, I would be sorry that anyone in the world ever got hurt, but I had to face the fact that I was never going to be that nice a person. Even my grandmother hadn't been that good.
We got to the hospital, and everything that happened after that was really unpleasant. Fortunately, I don't remember a lot of it. And I took a nap for a while after it was over.
I didn't hear the whole story until much later that evening. Andy Bellefleur was sitting in my room when I woke up. He was asleep, which I thought was almost funny.
When I giggled out loud, he stirred and looked at me.
"How you feeling?" he asked sternly.
"Okay," I said. "I must be taking some excellent painkillers. " I was aware that my shoulder really hurt, but I didn't care very much.
"Dr. Tonnesen took care of you. We got to talk, now that you're awake. "
While Andy took me through the story of what had happened that evening, all I could think about was how weird it was that he and Alcee had the same initials. I pointed out that fact to Andy, and he gave me a look of sheer incredulity. "Sook, I'm going to come back to talk to you tomorrow," he said. "You ain't making any sense. "
"Did you tell Alcee to search his car? There's something bad in there," I said solemnly. "Now I've told you three times. He should do it. Do you think he'd let a friend of mine check it?"
Andy looked at me, and this time I could tell he was taking me seriously. "Could be," he said. "Could be I'd let someone do it if I was standing right there. Because Alcee ain't acting like himself, not at all. "
"Okeydokey," I said. "I'll take care of that just as soooooon as I can. "
"Doc's just keeping you for the night, she says. "
"Good. "
As soon as Andy left, Barry came in. He looked like he'd been rode hard and put up wet. There were actually circles under his eyes. He told me what had happened in my house.
"How's Bob doing?" I asked him out loud. I couldn't even think at him, I was so out of it.
"He's alive," Barry said. "He's stable. Of course, that's where Amelia is. "
"Where's Mr. C and Diantha?" I asked.
"Don't you want to know who the dead man was?"
"Oh. Sure. Who?"
"Tyrese Marley," Barry said.
"I don't get it," I said. "Of course, I'm really on some drugs. Excellent drugs. Tyrese split some firewood for me the last time he was at the house. But why was Tyrese at my house, and why did he try to shoot me?"
"You should see the inside of your head, Sookie. It's like a rainbow in there. Tyrese drove Copley Carmichael's car, but he left it in the cemetery and walked through the woods to your house. "
"So where is Copley? Did they really sell their souls?"
"No one knows where Copley is, but I'll tell you what Tyrese told us . . . "
Barry told me about Tyrese's Gypsy, about the HIV, about Copley's conviction that by using the cluviel dor (Barry had trouble explaining that part since he didn't know much of anything about the cluviel dor) I had robbed Copley of regaining possession of Amelia and her life.
I listened to all this with very little comprehension. "I don't get why Tyrese would set off to kill me when he learned that Gypsy was dead. Why wouldn't he shoot Amelia's dad? It was his fault. "
"My point exactly!" Barry sounded triumphant. "But Tyrese was like a gun pointed in one direction, and her suicide pulled the trigger. "
I shook my head very, very gently. "How'd he even get to the house? Amelia and Bob put wards on the house," I pointed out with great clarity.
"The difference between the vampire who got fried and Tyrese . . . Well, there are two big differences," Barry said. "Tyrese was a live human without a soul. The vampire was a dead person. The wards stopped him, not Tyrese. I don't know what to make of that, and when Amelia can spare time to think of it, maybe she can tell us. Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?" he said. "Meanwhile, there are some other people waiting to see you. "
Sam came in silently. His hand found mine.
"You gonna tell me what's wrong?" I whispered. I was fading into sleep.
"I can't," he said. "But I couldn't stay away when I heard you got shot. "
And then Eric was behind him.
My hand must have jerked, because Sam's tightened around it. I could tell from his face that he knew Eric was there.
"Heard you were going," I said, with an effort.
"Yes, very soon. How are you? Do you want me to heal you?" I couldn't interpret his voice or the fact that he was here. I was too exhausted to try.
"No, Eric," I said, and I only sounded flat. I just couldn't find nice words. "Good-bye. We need to let go of each other. I can't do this anymore. "
Eric glared at Sam. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Sam came because I was shot, Eric. That's what friends do," I said. Each word was a labor to enunciate.
Sam didn't turn to Eric, didn't look him in the eye. I held on to his hand so I wouldn't drift away.
Eric spoke once again. "I will not release you. " I frowned. He seemed to be speaking to Sam. Then he walked out of the hospital room.
What the hell? "Release you from what?" I said, trying to will Sam to tell me what was going on.
"Don't worry," he said. "Don't worry, Sookie. " And he kept my hand.
I fell asleep. When I woke up hours later, he was gone.
Chapter 17
Before I checked out of the hospital the next day about noon, Amelia came in. She looked exactly like someone who'd been held h
ostage by an armed gunman and watched her boyfriend get shot and sat up all night by a hospital bed. Which is a long way of saying she looked like hell.
"How are you?" She stood by the bed and looked down at me, swaying slightly on her feet.
"Better than you, I think. " My head was a lot clearer today. I was going to defer the painkillers until I got home.
"Bob's going to be okay," she said.
"That's a huge relief. I'm so glad. You going to stay here?"
"No, he's being transferred to Shreveport. The best I can tell, once he's had a day there, they'll reevaluate. Maybe they'll be able to send him down to New Orleans, which would really be better for me, but maybe he'll have to stay in Shreveport if transporting him would be too hard on him. "
A lot of uncertainty. "Any word from your father?"
"No, and none from Diantha and Mr. C, either. "
There were ears all around at the hospital, and we didn't need to say any more to know we were both worried about that silence.
"I'm sorry," she said suddenly.
"About your dad? You didn't have anything to do with it. That's all on him. And I'm sorry about Bob. "
"Totally not your fault. We okay?"
"We're okay. Please let me know how he progresses. And the baby. " I could feel the presence of another mind - but not any thoughts, of course. This baby was going to be an exceptional witch; I'd never been able to detect a pregnancy this early.
"Yeah, I told the ER doctor, and she gave me a quick exam. Everything seems okay. She gave me the name of an ob-gyn in Shreveport, in case Bob stays there. "
"Sounds good. "
"Oh, and the wards. Sorry. I couldn't have known that a soulless person wouldn't be affected, so I think I can give myself a pass on that one. How often do you meet someone with no soul?"
"You've got a new piece of lore to tell your coven," I said, and Amelia brightened a bit, as I'd known she would. "Evidently Bill came by here last night while I was out of it, and he left me a note. I can see his handwriting. Would you mind handing it to me?" I pointed to the rolling table, which a nurse had shoved against the wall. Obligingly, Amelia handed me the envelope. I'd read it when she left.
"Sam came by to ask if I needed anything," Amelia told me.
"Not surprised. He's a good guy. " And if I felt well enough, next time I saw him I was going to shake the hell out of him, because I wanted to know what was going on between him and Eric.
"One of the best. Well, I'm going back out to the house to take a shower and pack up our stuff," Amelia said. "I'm sorry our attempt to help you worked out so bad. "
"So bad for you," I said. "It was pretty great for me. Thanks for coming to my rescue. It shouldn't have ended up with you all getting hurt. "
"If I knew where my dad was, I'd kill him myself. " She meant it.
"I understand," I said.
And then she left, after giving me a light kiss on my forehead.
I was sure Bill had left me a flowery get-well note, but as I read the fine script, I realized it was anything but.
Sookie, I hope you are recovering. About the incident of two nights ago: I have just received a very reluctant apology from my king. He told me that he regretted that Horst had come into my home territory and caused me so much inconvenience by attacking my friend and neighbor.
Apparently, Horst thought it would please Felipe if he came to threaten you with something gruesome, thereby ensuring you didn't interfere in the arrangements Felipe had made with Freyda. Felipe asked me to apologize to you, too. He will allow Eric's measures to remain in place if Eric leaves for Oklahoma tonight. I have some interesting news to tell you, and I will see you as soon as I can.
I wasn't totally sure I understood Bill's note, but if he was coming to see me, I'd have to possess my soul in patience. Dr. Tonnesen released me, with a long list of restrictions and instructions, and I called Jason. On his lunch hour, he showed up to wheel me out of the hospital. He'd come to the hospital the night before to fill out my admission papers and to give them what insurance information I had, and he'd been out to the house after the police had finished with processing the shooting scene. I was sure giving Kevin and Kenya a workout for their newfound skills.
"Michele put a casserole in your refrigerator for tonight. I hope you don't mind, Sook, but Michele and An are out there scrubbing everything down," he said in a subdued way.
"Oh, that's wonderful," I said, with heartfelt relief. "God bless 'em. I owe them big-time. "
He tried to smile. "Yeah, you do. Michele said she hasn't cleaned up so much blood since her cat brought in a rabbit that wasn't quite dead, and it got away in the house. "
"I never made it inside the house. " I was kind of glad about that. I didn't need to see my poor kitchen torn up again.
"Why'd that fucker shoot you? Why'd he shoot Bob?"
"I'm not sure," I said. "I don't remember too much of what Amelia told me. "
"This guy was her dad's chauffeur? What was his issue? He ever have a thing with Amelia? Maybe he was jealous of Bob. "
That sounded pretty good. "Maybe that's it," I said. "Has Mr. Carmichael turned up?"
"Not that I heard of. Maybe this Tyrese guy bumped him off first. " I wouldn't feel easy until I knew where Copley was. I didn't think Tyrese had killed him. Soulless or not, Tyrese was a loyal employee. Did the two of them have something to do with Arlene's death? Were they working with Johan Glassport? That didn't make any sense. None of this made any sense. I leaned my head against the glass of Jason's pickup window, and I kept silent the rest of the drive home.
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