The loud speaker whined1 through laboratories, permeated2 kitchens, rasped in corridors. In the service corridor of Medicine Clinic the orderly rolling the laundry bin3 halted to listen and expectorate. Four floors above, Cub4 Sterling5 pulled in his long stride and reached for a nurse’s desk ’phone. His voice pushed through the mouthpiece and almost immediately severed6 the monotonous7 breathing of the loud speaker. He said:
“Doctor Ethridge Sterling, Junior, is answering from Ward8 D, Medicine Clinic.”
The dead voice of the operator responded:
“Doc-terr Ste-earling, Jun...?”
Cub’s patience and his ear were closely allied9. He cocked his head and barked:
“Well, what is it?”
Her voice dropped several octaves. She cooed:
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“Justa minnit, Docterr Sterrling. Docterr Barton’s calling....”
Barton’s voice intervened:
“Cub? Harold Barton. Will you go over to Weber’s and telephone me at my home, please? Right away.”
Five minutes later, Doctor Ethridge Sterling, Junior, turned from an elevator on the first floor of the Medicine Clinic of the Elijah Wilson Hospital, gave a vacant nod to two internes and shambled through the door, into the accident corridor and out into Beeker Street.
In Weber’s restaurant he folded himself into a telephone booth and said:
“Riverside 7863.”
While waiting for the connection his long fingers manipulated a cigarette. He was more excited than he dared to admit.
What the hell could Dr. Barton, a life-long friend of his father and Pediatrician-in-Chief of the Elijah Wilson even before he was born, have to say which was too confidential11 to transmit over a hospital telephone?
The operator invaded his curiosity.
“Deposit a nickel. Five cents, please.”
Cub Sterling’s rangy legs began untwisting. He begged:
“Hey! Wait a minute!”
Folding back the door of the booth he bellowed12:
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“Gimme some nickels, quick, Otto!”
Otto Weber had been bartender, confidant, and advisor13 to the staff of the Elijah Wilson when Cub Sterling was in short pants. He waddled14 from his bar:
“Sure, Cub!”
The temporary Physician-in-Chief gave the bartender a boyish grin and arrayed the nickels in front of the telephone box. Then he said:
“Here are two nickels, lady. If I talk up a dollar don’t you interrupt me. This is Wilson 7390. I’ll pay you after I’m through.”
“It is against the rules....”
“Lots of things are! Thank you, mam!”
A slight giggle15 was her response and Dr. Barton’s voice drowned that.
“Cub?”
“Yessir.”
“Ethridge Sterling, Junior?”
“Yessir!”
“Harold Barton. I had to make sure. I’m in a terrible mess, son. I need your help! If I take time to come over to the hospital ... it’ll be too late!”
With his left little finger Cub gave the interior of his ear a violent shake and transferred the receiver. He moistened his lips, but Dr. Barton forestalled16 his words:
“Don’t interrupt me, Cub! Time is valuable! My brother, the Attorney-General, is slated17 to be 12 elected senator next fall. The cards are stacked. Today the Governor gave a political barbecue at his camp. Half an hour ago, while returning, Herb had an automobile18 accident ... out on Lincoln Highway. No, he wasn’t hurt. Much too drunk for that! But the girl was. A newspaper reporter. What? Couldn’t tell you. Never saw her.
“Another car of newspaper people came by. They had an A. P. man along. Of course Herb could ‘hush19’ it locally, but the A. P. man refused to kill the story nationally unless Herb promised to get the lady into the Elijah Wilson and foot all bills.
“She’s in an ambulance now. On the way. Internal injuries. No, you miss the point! The man insists her reputation as well as her ... organs ... must be intact. Will you take her under an assumed name ... in case she dies? Say her father is a friend of yours, and you recognized her. Anything! If that won’t do, think up another one. Awfully20 unethical, I know! But I can’t stand behind any more relatives ... right now...!”
The last sentence contained a note Cub had never heard in Barton’s speech. A helplessness....
Outside in Becker Street an ambulance screamed up the long hill. Cub’s cigarette was adding another hole to the already scarred floor of the booth.
He said, and his voice had its steel under which he buried real emotion:
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“Certainly, Doctor Barton, I’ll take her in. But everything is occupied except a dying patient room off Ward B. Will the Attorney-General pay for frills? Private nurses ... so on?”
“For anything, son! And Cub ... please ... you know MacArthur and Herb admire each other. If you don’t mind...?”
The clanging bell vibrated down Cub’s free ear. He snapped:
“Between ourselves, Doctor. Suppose we leave it that way? Hear an ambulance now! Report to you later, sir. Not at all! ’By!”
Otto Weber flicked21 his towel and shouted when Dr. Ethridge Sterling, Junior, flung open the door of the telephone booth:
“Stoop, Cub! Stoop!”
As the tall, angular body shot across Beeker Street, Otto plodded22 into the booth, picked up three nickels, stomped23 out the cigarette and replaced the receiver upon the hook.
Across Beeker Street two firemen were lifting the padded stretcher from a municipal ambulance. One of them ceased pulling for a second and changed his tobacco wad to the other side.
A big man bent24 over him and snapped:
“Did you get this accident out the Lincoln Highway?”
“Yeah ... looks like them dolls in the wax-works down to Holiday Park.”
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Cub Sterling’s left shoulder rose abruptly25. His voice ascended26, too:
“Be careful. Take it easy ... easy ... these steps are high!”
While the stretcher was rolling into the Accident corridor, Cub lurched into both accident rooms, saw that the tables were occupied, and turned to the internes:
“I’ll take her up to Medicine Clinic, myself. Internal injuries. Just got a telephone message. Father’s a friend of mine in the East. ’Phone Miss Kerr to prepare Room Two off Ward B.”
Halfway27 up the corridor to the Medicine Clinic a student nurse and an orderly stepped briskly. The orderly gripped the handle bar of a swishing stretcher. Upon the stretcher, completely covered, lay an inert28 figure.
Five feet behind, his shoulders stooped, his body tense, slouched Dr. Ethridge Sterling, Junior. Upon either side of him, like stubby pencils, a fireman tiptoed. Cub bit his lips and said:
“Who called you?”
“Where? When? For what?” the one with the cud growled29.
Cub threw his hand forward, motioning.
The younger fireman answered:
“Fellow used to do fire chasing for The Call. And say, Doc, he promised us a new stretcher, but he didn’t say when ... if it’s the same to you...?”
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The student nurse and orderly pranced30 out of sight. Cub Sterling moved toward the fireman and said:
“It’s still yours! I’m scared to move her more than necessary. Send it down in the elevator as soon as she’s transferred. You wait at this door.”
Inside the door of Medicine Clinic, Miss Roenna Kerr, head nurse, accosted32 Dr. Sterling. The pompadour which overhung her long face was a blueing-water white.
Beside her with the quiet diffidence of a poodle, a fat interne was anchored. Miss Kerr said:
“Dr. Mattus, and Dr. Sarah James, the floor interne on B are off this afternoon, Dr. Sterling, so I brought the interne from A.... And am I correct in understanding that you ordered this patient into a dying patient room off Ward B?”
Dr. Sterling’s voice was crisp and ominous34:
“Room Two. You are.”
“But Dr. Ethridge....”
Her bust35 began to inflate36. His reply corroded37 her vanity:
“I’ll see you later, Miss Kerr.”
The student nurse, the orderly, the stretcher swished aboard the elevator, Dr. Sterling and the interne followed. Dr. Sterling, the professor, made the interne forget the friction38. He snapped:
“Give you instructions after examination, Doctor. One of the most interesting things in Internal 16 Medicine. Possible fractures, concussion39, heart involvement ... anything....”
As the stretcher passed through the ward on into the room, the interne trembled behind. Dr. Sterling’s last sentence had been, “Done many decompressions?” Gosh! Those older fellows hadn’t performed many ... yet.... Lucky! Had wanted to go to the Thursday matinee himself, but Dr. Mattus and Dr. James off.... Damn those blood sugars on Ward A. What was a sugar content compared to a decompression?
In the dying patient room off Ward B, a hospital bed stood halfway between the outside window and the door which opened onto the short corridor. In the far corner of the oblong room was a stationary40 washbowl with chromium fixtures41. Over this basin was a glass shelf. Upon the shelf was a stack of paper towels. Two Windsor chairs, one straight, one a rocker, and a bedside table completed the equipment. The floor was covered with battleship linoleum42 and highly polished.
In the Ward B wall was a glass inset through which the dying patient bed was visible to a standing33 nurse. On the room side of the inset was a window shade, always lowered during examination.
Cub Sterling went over to the stationary basin and turned back the cuffs43 of his white hospital coat. Then he took a cake of soap and lathered44 his hands 17 thoroughly46. The interne followed him and Cub instructed:
“Lather45. Rinse47. Lather. Dry. Best sterilization48 in the world. After the examination wash it off.”
He was silhouetted49 against the outside window. His carriage and angularity portrayed50 his nerves. His spreading fingers were tapering51 and full of conscious strength; the joints52 were oiled with mental precision. Occasionally his teeth measured the outer rim53 of his controlled lips. His mind twitched54 with his mouth muscles. Poor old Barton! He had never understood his mild manners before. They were a cover up....
The floor nurse interrupted:
“The patient is ready, Doctor.”
Cub Sterling veered55 in time to see the interne, thumbs together, rocking his hands to and fro through space. Fat people irritated him. He barked:
“Quit that foolishness, and take this history!”
He strode to the bed and his left shoulder, which he raised in the way some men do an eyebrow56, began rising.
The interne lifted an offended pencil. Sterling was crazy as a bedbug ... but he knew his guts57!
Then Cub’s fingers automatically began the manual examination and his mind revolved58 and rushed.
“Beauty! ... A nose and mouth which balanced. 18 Hair as fine as a baby’s and filled with sunshine. Skin so transparent59 you could almost poke60 your finger through it. The eyes should be ... blue ... brown...? No! Something else....”
He lifted a lid gently.
“Ah, violet ... of course! Only violet eyes could go with lips that curved that way.... She was too swell61 to be true...! Something must ruin her ... the teeth, probably....”
His fingers actually hesitated as he pulled back the lips; then, as they relaxed again, he drew his right forefinger62 down the cheek, as though examining the jawbone. The motion was soft and utterly63 gentle. It carried a sense of private approval.... The teeth were perfect....
To cover up this sudden finding of a live flesh and blood perfect person, his dictation clipped and became intricately anatomical.
During the chest examination he noted64 the nasty bruises65 against the cup-like breasts, and decided66 it was time to pull himself together. She probably murdered the English language and slept with all comers. The Attorney-General, for instance....
His irritation67 vibrated into her leg, when he felt for torn tendons. The girl roused herself momentarily and screamed:
“I don’t give a damn what kind of general you are! I’ll slap your face again! Take y’ dirty hands off me!”
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The interne had been called away over the loud speaker; the floor nurse was busy at the ward telephone. Cub Sterling tiptoed to the door and closed it swiftly.
The tired wrinkles around his eyes began to crinkle, a fine humor relaxed his brittle68 body. He came back to the bed and squeezed the curly head of the unconscious figure against his long leg.
Then he leaned over and whispered in the little ear:
“You are all right, kiddo! But for God’s sake, wake up!”
Then he went back to methodically examining her legs and laughed shortly at the downy patches where the calves69 curved behind the small ankles; at the lopsided little V’s in the big-toe nails....
Never before in all of his medical experience had he had a devastating70, unconscious, perfectly71 private patient.... He lifted a foot and laid it from the nape of his palm to the ends of his fingers. It was half an inch short of his nail tips and the little finger of his left hand could extend entirely72 under the instep without touching73 flesh....
The girl groaned74 deeply and Dr. Ethridge Sterling, Junior, intervened....
He took her pulse again. Noted the excellent heart action. Began carefully going over the abdomen75. Once or twice she cried distantly, and he decided the best thing to do was to put her out of 20 her pain. The heart action was so splendid that the wisest way to keep her from babbling76 to the nurses would be to narcoticize her.
So he took her head in his hands and went, painstakingly77, over the skull78. There were no masses, no abrasions79, no visible signs of anything extraordinary. She was in shock, of course. But an accident coupled with an endeavor to make old Herb Barton keep his distance.... That recollection killed his critical faculty80 for an instant. He lifted the head slightly forward and massaged81 the curls which nestled in the hollow at the base of the skull.
The fat interne and Miss Kexter, the floor nurse, returned simultaneously82. Dr. Sterling resolutely83 replaced the head among the pillows and said, shortly:
“No signs of concussions84, or injuries; with the exception of that abdominal85 sensitivity. Case of extreme shock. Acute pain is from strained ligaments and bruises. Nurse, give her an eighth of morphia injection. Doctor, keep your eye on her respiration86 and notify me at ten. I’ll be in my rooms, probably. Main thing is to keep her quiet.”
The nurse’s flat voice replied:
“Yes, Doctor. Do you wish a night nurse, Doctor Sterling?”
“Depends. Let you know later.”
She blocked his exit. Her voice was embarrassed:
“They called from the Admitting Office, Doctor, 21 to complete her history. They said Miss Kerr told them you knew her name. Miss Jaunts87 asked me...?”
Cub Sterling swirled88 and glanced swiftly over the face of the patient.
“Thank you. I’ll call by the Admitting Office, myself.” Then he shot at the mouse-haired woman a barrage89 of questions about the ward patients.
The interne gave the Sleeping Beauty a pouty90 stare. There would be no decompression. By now the blood sugars would have increased to six. They must be done before supper, too!
The nurse followed Dr. Sterling onto the wards91 and he began his rounds and gave his instructions. At the patient in Bed 11 he stared carefully and turning, snapped:
“How was that thyroid’s basal?”
After her response he walked over to the bed, took the woman’s pulse and said very absently:
“You are doing splendidly. Keep it up!”
The nurse followed him to the elevator and begged:
“You are going by the Admitting Office, Doctor? Will you return the blanks, or shall I keep them until tomorrow?”
He scowled92 and his black eyebrows93 met. Then he pushed the elevator button with precision.
“Fill out the details, hair, eyes, that bunk94, and give them to me tomorrow. The Admitting Office 22 can wait ... for once.... I’ll telephone over the important particulars. ’Night!”
His “’Night!” was another way of saying, “That’s all! And no more questions, madam!”
The elevator began ascending95 and the girl operator asked timidly:
“What floor, Doctor?”
Cub Sterling appraised96 her vacantly:
“Huh?”
The girl’s voice quavered:
“Where to, Doctor?”
“Top floor!”
“Yes, sir.”
When the elevator halted, he quickly raised his head:
“By the way, how’s your cold?”
“What cold, Doctor?”
“Haven’t you a cold?” he growled.
“No, Dr. Sterling. Thank you. I haven’t.”
“You’re welcome. Other operator, I guess.”
He stepped from the elevator and began his rounds. A whole avalanche97 of nurses galloped98 down the hall and he realized it must be time for the shift. He squinted99 at his watch and saw that it was almost seven.
“Damn it to hell!” he muttered.
Hot hash was bad enough. By now it would be slime. Better finish the rounds and eat at Otto’s. Herbie’s hands had messed things up! Damned old 23 spider! His memory was focusing upon the girl when the floor interne hurried forward and began to report.
One hour and a half later Dr. Ethridge Sterling, Junior, tilted100 back in the swivel chair in his private office. His left heel held the edge of the seat, the telephone was balanced upon his left knee, the receiver wedged between his left shoulder and ear. His eyebrows were parted; he had just given his pants a comforting jerk. His mouth twitched occasionally; in his free hands he held a copy of “The Love Books of Ovid” and his eyes measured a familiar illustration. He decided that the legs weren’t up to hers. His father’s voice centered his attention, again.
“Yes, son?”
“Your thyroid, sir. Did a remarkable101 basal. Pulse is down to 110. Lowest ... so far....”
“Fine! I’ll operate tomorrow if you advise. drop around later and give her a final once-over. Be there in half an hour.”
“But Father, I’m hungry ... I missed....”
“All right. All right! You always were! Go get your supper. I don’t need you dancing attendance on me! Still know an operative patient when I see one. Don’t interrupt me! You talk too much! Always did! Goodnight, son!”
His gruff affection blacked out the illustration. Cub placed his right foot against the center drawer 24 of his desk and began wondering what he wanted to eat. Shad roe31? Lamb chops? Roast beef?
His telephone bell jangled sharply:
He propped102 open a recent copy of the New Yorker and read four passable cartoons, turned the page, then lifted the receiver.
Dr. Barton’s voice begged:
“Cub?”
“Yes, sir. Yes, Dr. Barton. Been trying to get you all evening, sir. Think she’s all right. Pull through. Can’t tell for a certainty yet. Mostly shock. What’s that? Aw, she’s average. Kinda tinselly. By the way, better say none of those paper people can see her for a week. No beaus and no flowers. Righto! Not at all! See you tomorrow, sir.”
Cub replaced the receiver, rose, straightened his tie, changed to a blue serge coat, tore three wedding invitations on his desk to shreds103, slung104 the shreds into the waste basket, slammed the door and slouched up the stairs, whistling.
The jingling105 of a telephone bell followed him. That’s why he whistled.
Five minutes later, the woman in the Admitting Office wrote Thursday, May 12th for the fourth time, and Sophie Merriweather, Newark, N. J., for the tenth time, and Cub Sterling barged into Weber’s deserted106 restaurant and said, pathetically:
“Otto, fill me up.”
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Otto said:
“Sit down, Cubbie!”
Then he lifted the hose of a talking tube and ordered:
“Three-minut-steak-two-vrench-vrys-asparaggus-on-toas-celler-y- an’- ollivs- VRIGH-TER-VAY!”
He slid the tube onto its hook, filled two steins with Schlitz, blew the foam107, carefully refilled them, and with a “from the heart” motion, pushed them across the counter and soothed108:
“Y’tired, son?”
“Yeah.”
Cub raised a stein and drained it.
Otto eased it away, refilled it and stood it beside the full one. Then he lifted his belly109 onto a stool, leaned his arms against the bar and said, earnestly:
“Fut you need, son ... iss to get marriet.... Tonight you see you haf vent110 viddout your supper. No vivfe allows dat.... No! Fut you need iss....”
Cub put down the empty stein and lifted the third one.
“Oh hush, Otto.... I’ll get married when I want to!”
A bell tinkled111 in the kitchen, below. Otto disengaged his stomach, threw back his head to balance it, and before he turned, announced:
“Dat’s it! You don’t vant to!”
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Cub set down the stein and laughed.
“What are you going to do about it, Otto?”
The little German drew himself slowly erect112. His words were carefully chosen:
“Cub Steerlink, I von’t stand-hit!”
Cub laughed again and begged:
“Aw, Otto!”
Otto turned his back and began lifting the food off the dumbwaiter. His dignity surrounded him.
He placed the platters in front of the doctor, re-filled the empty stein and announced placidly113:
“You are as fin10 as dried-herrink!”
Cub cocked his head seriously and replied:
“So you advise marriage, Doctor. Is that how you got prolapsus of the stomach?”
With three quick “Ach! Ach! Ach!” Otto blew himself to the far end of the bar and turned his back. But he was careful to turn it so that he could still see Cub’s thick curly black hair and the way he jerked his head. So the internes said he was crazy! Otto rolled his own head, proudly.... You had to know Cub Sterling to understand him.... All the really famous doctors ... like Semmelweiss ... were queer. Dr. MacArthur, himself, said that Cub Sterling had the flare114...!
Cub slid off the stool and started for the door, and Otto relented:
“Vus it satissfact’ry, Docturr?”
Cub jerked his head and grinned:
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“Yeah. Always is. Send me a bill soon, Otto.”
“Sure, Cubbie. Sure!”
Outside, the sky was a pincushion of diamonds. So reachable, and yet so distant. An unexplained joy, that was ribbed with restlessness, pulled Cub’s feet away from the hospital. He began strolling down Beeker Street. A silent, tuneless whistle tickled116 his lips. The recesses117 of his brain squirmed over the flat vacant center which was usually crowded with sick people. The way he used to coast this hill on a bicycle when he was in medical school! Whew! Lucky there were so few automobiles118, then, or he’d have busted119 up a sight more test tubes.
Lord, that was long ago! Ought to begin going to debutante120 parties again, just to keep his foot in. He turned the corner and made his way back into Wilson Boulevard, and started the long climb to the hospital.
A glittery night, no dying patients, a full stomach! An interior champagne121 began to flow, and then his eye caught, in front of him, the august figure of his head nurse, Miss Kerr, sailing toward the hospital. Walking carefully and firmly in the glare of the street lamps; her tightly rolled umbrella protecting her virginity.
His left shoulder began to rise. He stooped quickly, picked a brick-bat out of a trash can and slung it at the light just behind. The action was involuntary and unpremeditated. It was an active 28 example of his inner abandon, and followed by all the reflexes natural to a little boy.
He ducked into a shadow. He peered. His knees trembled slightly.
Miss Kerr turned and scrutinized122 the street. The search showed enraged123 dignity but bore no traces of fear. After a fruitless survey, she carefully raised the umbrella and proceeded toward the hospital.
Ten minutes later Dr. Ethridge Sterling, Junior, strode through Ward B, Medicine Clinic. Beside him the fat interne sweated profusely124. He was gasping125:
“The morphia didn’t hold. She’s awake and raising ... raising....”
“Hell?”
The interne gave a relieved nod. The night nurse rocked her heels in tune115 with theirs. Cub turned to her and said:
“I understand. I understand. Nurse, you go back to your ward. Doctor, you may return to Ward A. I’ll tend to her myself....”
The interne hesitated and a fine hope glistened126:
“Doctor Sterling ... are you ... is there to be a decompression?”
“Not unless absolutely necessary.” Cub’s voice was very grave, “I’ll call you if I need assistance, Doctor.”
The interne plodded helplessly off the ward. He 29 thought the student nurse’s haughtiness127 was aimed at him.
Cub Sterling entered Room Two, pulled down the window shade of the glass inset opening onto the ward, and snapped on the wall light over the bed.
Then he gripped the bedside table and stared. Among the pillows, eyes wide with amusement, a wispy128 smile tracing the pale lips, was the head he had held in his hands three hours ago, alive, alert, intelligently vivid.
It was as though Cleopatra’s understanding had flowed into an Egyptian mask.
The lips moved slowly and she asked, in a monotone:
“Who are you? And where am I?”
“I’m the man who knows your father, and you are in my hospital.”
The composure ran out of her face. She muttered:
“Don’t be funny, please. My father died in the War.”
Cub Sterling straightened a pillow, slowly.
“Of course he did. Now you go to sleep again.”
A bitter wry129 smile began searing her lips:
“So you think I’m ‘nuts’, too. He did! He and she both did! They were reporters on The World.”
Cub caught the pride of the inflection, turned his back and adjusted the shade again.
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The girl’s voice was husky and amused.
“Will you give me a cigarette, please?”
He swung around:
“Of course not! You are too sick to smoke! You’ve just been in a horrible automobile accident. You had a narrow squeak130. Be quiet and behave yourself!”
Her pupils turned black with amusement.
She drawled:
“Used to having your way, aren’t you?”
Cub blushed slowly, then announced:
“Speaking of having your own way, the night nurse and interne say....”
“I’m a hell-raisin’-huzzy, Doctor?”
He bit his lip:
“What have you been doing?”
Her eyes and voice dilated131 softly:
“Just asking questions. I’m a newspaper reporter, you know.”
Cub nodded grimly:
“Yes. I know.”
The girl overlooked the sarcasm132. She asked levelly and with deference133:
“Was it much of an accident? Did I lose my reputation or just a couple of teeth?”
Cub moved toward the foot of the bed and fenced:
“Publicly speaking, neither.”
She shot back, “Privately speaking, the teeth are permanent.”
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He stood at the end of the bed and looked at her critically. She met the look and returned it. A short laugh finished her estimate. She said:
“Don’t you think it might be wise if we told each other the truth? You snap like a police dog, but your eyes are honest.”
Cub’s legs collapsed134 under him. He sat upon the bed. The girl continued:
“How bunged up am I? I’ve got to get out of here quickly, or I’ll be fired....”
Cub’s hands deprecated the statement. She sneered135:
“What does a medical man know about life? Ever been poor and discriminating136?” Then she threw the gesture back at him and ordered, “What’s the story?”
He swallowed twice and said:
“You are in this hospital because your father is supposed to be a medical man in a distant city, Newark, New Jersey137, to be exact, and a friend of mine. You are recorded as the victim of a bus accident. The bus went ahead with your luggage and pocketbook. Your name is Sophie Merriweather. As for your injuries, I’m not certain myself ... yet.” His words were beginning to clip. “Does that satisfy you?”
The girl shut her eyes and lay silent. A minute later she opened them, cocked her head upon one side and gazed critically down her chin, at her 32 body. Then she looked reprovingly at Cub Sterling:
“So-ph-ie. How could you? Sophie Merriweather, Newark, New Jersey! I haven’t got the breastworks for a Sophie!”
The belligerence138 flew from Cub’s face and his eyes began to dance:
“Breastworks, or no breastworks, madam, Sophie you are and Sophie you remain until you are well ... or else a famous elderly medical man and I get kicked in the pants....”
Without looking at him, she replied:
“You appeal to my finer feelings! I’ll be Sophie forever, Doctor, if you’ll promise me that the Attorney-General gets the kick and I get a cigarette, immediately!”
Cub’s mouth and feet twitched. He rose and became professional:
“I’m sorry, Miss Merriweather. The cigarette is forbidden. Hospitals are pure places.”
“Rats! Ever look in the trash cans in a Nurses’ Home?”
“No, of course not, Sophie!”
She lay silent a minute and wiggled her toes. Then her voice grew small, and she said:
“Sounds like you’ve been very nice to me. Darned nice! But you have to know sometime and I guess you’d better know now that I haven’t any money to pay you. I’m really a waif.”
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Her eyes blacked. She finished, “Respectable though ... very!”
“But you’re too loquacious139! And you are pretty sick. Shut up and go to sleep!”
“How sick?”
“I told you I’d tell you tomorrow! As for your bills, they are being taken care of, so don’t worry.”
The mouth drew to a line, she demanded:
“Who’s paying them? The Attorney-General?”
Cub evaded140:
“You were riding in his car when you were hurt, weren’t you?”
Sally Ferguson sat erect and put one hand quickly over her mouth. Sterling caught her by the shoulders and forced her back among the pillows.
“Where was it? Where did it hurt you?”
“Here,” she put her hand on her abdomen and groaned.
Cub began examining her carefully and thoroughly. When he stood up again he said:
“I’m sorry, Sophie! We’ll stop it if you want us to. The bills and the pain, too. Talk about them tomorrow. You must get some rest. Lie quiet. Be still....”
Her mouth fell into a fighting straightness. All of the childish freshness which had charmed him when he had first seen her was gone. She lay tense and hard under his hands. Suddenly he knew she 34 was trying not to cry. Calmly he began talking again:
“Accidents knock a darned lot more out of you than you ever suspect at the time, you know. You see, Sophie, if you don’t help me, then ... if you get terribly sick and I have a consultation141 over you ... it’ll mean sending for your father ... and it’ll be a hell of a mess all around....”
Her body relaxed under his grip. She smiled again and gasped142:
“May-I-please-have-a-drink-of-water?”
When the glass was empty Cub eased her into the pillows and she laughed:
“I didn’t mean to hiss143 in your ear, Doctor, but if I hadn’t completed the sentence in one breath, you’d have yelped144: ‘NO!’”
Dr. Sterling ignored the remark and asked:
“Is that comfortable?”
Then Cub barked:
“You ought to have better sense than to antagonize your doctor!”
The patient responded:
“Extremely comfortable, thank you.”
The girl answered:
“The hair of the dog is good for his bite,” and before Cub could reply, she relaxed her eyes into his and almost whispered:
“Thank you ... for ... taking me ... in.”
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With a brusqueness he switched off the light and bowed:
“Pleasure’s all mine! ’Night Sophie. When I look in later, please be unconscious again!”
After he was gone, she lay for five minutes convinced that she had been dreaming, and then she began to really dream....
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