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“You should hold your hand upright and put pressure on the cut,” A
“Who are you, Florence Nightingale?”
“I had a first-aid course in school.”
“Stop telling me what to do, okay?”
A
Out of the corner of her eye A
She smiled to herself and kept on driving.
The trip to the hospital over the causeway to Big Palm Island took only ten minutes, but it seemed longer. When they reached the emergency room entrance he bolted out the door of her car as soon as it stopped moving.
“Hey, wait for me!” A
“Insurance?” the clerk said.
He shook his head.
“You have no insurance?” the clerk asked.
“That’s right.”
“I will pay cash for it,” A
He turned around and glared at her. “You’re not paying for this with your old man’s money!” he said in a fierce undertone.
“They might not take you otherwise.”
He snatched the wallet from her hand and tossed it into a nearby trash can.
“You two kids want to take this outside?” the clerk said in a bored tone, pencil poised above the admitting form.
“I’ll pay cash,” he said firmly as A
“Fine,” the clerk said. “Fill in the bottom part of this form and then see the triage nurse.”
He took the clipboard with his good hand and sat in one of the plastic chairs lined up in the emergency room. A
“Look, you did me a favor and brought me here, now you can go,” he said to her.
She looked back at him blankly.
“Thank you,” he added shortly.
A
He sighed and began to fill out the form, holding the clipboard awkwardly on his lap.
“You’re getting bloodstains on that paper,” A
He ignored her.
“You’re putting the information in the wrong section,” A
“Why don’t you let me do it?” A
“I can do it myself!” he said as her sweater slipped off his hand and a fresh smear of blood stained his pants.
A
He closed his eyes in extreme forbearance, waited a beat and then said resignedly, “Heath Bodine.”
“Last name spelling?”
He spelled it.
“Address?”
He gave a Port Lisbon address unfamiliar to her.
“Age?”
In the course of the exercise, she found out that he was a nineteen-year-old male and worked full-time at Jensen’s Marina. Her reaction was disappointment. The only thing she hadn’t known before was his age and she didn’t learn any new information.
He turned in the form and was called by the triage nurse, who determined that he could wait his turn among the senior citizens, the toddler with a fever, and the plumber who had caught his hand in a pipe, all currently sitting in the reception area. He returned to his seat and stared straight ahead as A
He looked at her.
“Why are you trying so hard to get rid of me?”
“There’s nothing more for you to do.”
“I’d like to wait and make sure that you’re all right.”
“I’m all right, or the triage nurse would have sent me in ahead of the others. The cut’s hardly bleeding anymore, you can see that. You can go.”
She held his gaze with hers, feeling his cat’s eyes penetrating to her very soul. She felt like she was drowning in them.
“Humor me, okay?” she said softly.
His lips relaxed slowly into the trace of a smile.
“Okay,” he said.
They sat in companionable silence for another fifteen minutes. Toward the end of the wait, A
“What’s this?” he said.
“An atomic bomb,” she answered.
He shot her a sidelong glance.
“Juice to help your system replenish the blood you’ve lost,” A
“Another souvenir of your first-aid course?” he said.
“Haven’t you ever donated blood?” A
“Good works are not high on my list of activities,” he replied dryly. “So, where are my cookies?”
“I’m working under makeshift conditions here. Juice is the best I can do.”
An emergency room nurse in surgical greens came through the admitting door and called Heath’s name.
“Courage!” A
When he returned a short time later, he had four stitches in his hand and a prescription for antibiotics. He didn’t volunteer what he had done about the bill and A
“Thanks a lot for your help,” he said, grimacing down at the bandage on his palm. “I can get home from here.”
“I’ll drive you.”
He stared at her.
“Don’t give me an argument, Heath. You have no transportation and I’m standing right here with a fully functioning car waiting outside that entrance.”
He shrugged and followed her through the glass doors to the parking lot. They got into the car and he sat with his long legs stretched out, speaking only to give her directions. When he told her to stop, she looked around in bewilderment. They were at an intersection with railroad tracks on one side and a series of bars on the other.
“There are no houses here,” she said.
“That’s right.”
“But where is yours?”
“I can walk.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll drop you off at the door.”
He was already out of the car. He leaned back in through his open window and said, “Thanks for what you did, Princess. I really do appreciate it.”
A
He obviously didn’t want her to see where he lived.
A
* * * *
Luisa was waiting for A
“What happened? Are you all right?”
“Of course I’m all right, Luisa. What’s the matter with you? I took Heath to the hospital, they stitched up his hand, and I drove him home. End of story.”
“You drove him home?”
“Well, to the intersection at Railroad Avenue. He wouldn’t let me go any farther. Where does he live, anyway?”
“Never mind about that, just sit down and eat your lunch. I’ve reheated the soup.”
“I don’t want any lunch, Luisa. I want you to tell me why you’re so twitchy about that guy. Did he just bust out of the county jail or something?”
“Your father would not consider him suitable company,” Luisa said expressionlessly.
“Why, because he lives in Hispaniola? So do you.”
“All poor people are not the same,” Luisa said firmly. “My family may not have much money, but we are always respectable. We work hard, we take care of our children, and we don’t accept welfare.” Her tone was disdainful.
“And Heath’s family?”
Luisa set a bowl of soup on the kitchen table and pointed to a chair. “Sit,” she said.
A
“It’s none of your business. Why are you so interested in that boy’s background?”
“I’m just curious, that’s all.”
“You’re curious about too much that doesn’t concern you, young lady.”
“That’s because nobody ever tells me anything.” A