I nodded. Sounded reasonable. Maybe.
In a pig's eye.
"Right now Dags is resting. So is Daniel. You rest too. I have three of you in the same damned hospital, rooms 116, 123 and 245. I want you to know I hate hospitals, Zoetrope. I despise them."
Me too. Erase, scribble, scribble. RHONDA WITH DAGS?
"No, she's not. She left after she saw him--hasn't been back. Jemmy, Steve and Tim are watching him."
Oh. Wonder what that was about?
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Later that night--and I couldn't tell you what night it was--I slipped out of my body and headed to Daniel's room. I had an overwhelming need to see him. To touch him. I had to give him something. But I had no idea what.
No one was in the room when I sieved through the door and I moved as quickly to him as I could. I became solid and took his hand. The skin around the IV was irritated, black and blue. And he was loosing weight as he lay here un-moving.
But I had to--
I was supposed to do something--
I needed to--
The inability to finish the thought pissed me off, so I simply sat in the chair, took his left hand in my left hand, put my right hand over his heart and closed my eyes, intent of mending him myself.
But…
There was another pull...
***CODE BLUE, CODE BLUE, CRASH TO ROOM 116 STAT. CODE BLUE, CODE BLUE, CRASH TO ROOM 116 STAT***
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About the Author…
Phaedra Weldon is the author of the Urban Fantasy series, Zoë Martinique Investigation, published by Berkley, available for Kindle. She most recently completed the soon-to-be released Eureka novel, Brain Box Blues. Look for it in stores Winter 2010 under the name Cris Ramsay.
Read more on Zoë's world on Phaedra's website at www.phaedraweldon.com
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