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Looking
back
on
it
,
Louis
would
think
--
when
he
could
bear
to
think
about
it
at
all
--
that
the
nightmare
really
began
when
they
brought
the
dying
boy
,
Victor
Pascow
,
into
the
infirmary
around
ten
that
morning
.
Until
then
,
things
were
very
quiet
.
At
nine
,
half
an
hour
after
Louis
arrived
,
the
two
candy-stripers
who
would
be
working
the
nine-to-three
shift
,
came
in
.
Louis
gave
them
each
a
doughnut
and
a
cup
of
coffee
and
talked
to
them
for
about
fifteen
minutes
,
outlining
their
duties
,
and
what
was
perhaps
more
important
,
what
was
beyond
the
scope
of
their
duties
.
Then
Charlton
took
over
.
As
she
led
them
out
of
Louis
's
office
,
Louis
heard
her
ask
:
"
Either
of
you
allergic
to
shit
or
puke
?
You
'll
see
a
lot
of
both
here
.
"
"
Oh
God
,
"
Louis
murmured
and
covered
his
eyes
.
But
he
was
smiling
.
A
tough
old
babe
like
Charlton
was
not
always
a
liability
.
Louis
began
filling
out
the
long
Blue
Cross-Blue
Shield
forms
,
which
amounted
to
a
complete
inventory
of
drug
stock
and
medical
equipment
(
"
Every
year
,
"
Steve
Masterton
said
in
an
aggrieved
voice
.
"
Every
goddam
year
the
same
thing
.
Why
do
n't
you
write
down
Complete
heart
transplant
facility
,
approx
.
value
eight
million
dollars
,
Louis
?
That
'll
foozle
em
!
"
)
,
and
he
was
totally
engrossed
,
thinking
only
marginally
that
a
cup
of
coffee
would
go
down
well
,
when
Masterton
screamed
from
the
direction
of
the
foyer-waiting
room
:
"
Louis
!
Hey
,
Louis
,
get
out
here
!
We
got
a
mess
!
"
The
near-panic
in
Masterton
's
voice
got
Louis
going
in
a
hurry
.
He
bolted
out
of
his
chair
almost
as
if
he
had
,
in
some
subconscious
way
,
been
expecting
this
.
A
shriek
,
as
thin
and
sharp
as
a
shard
of
broken
glass
,
arose
from
the
direction
of
Masterton
's
shout
.
It
was
followed
by
a
sharp
slap
and
Charlton
saying
,
"
Stop
that
or
get
the
hell
out
of
here
!
Stop
it
right
now
!
"
Louis
burst
into
the
waiting
room
and
was
first
only
conscious
of
the
blood
--
there
was
a
lot
of
blood
.
One
of
the
candy-stripers
was
sobbing
.
The
other
,
pale
as
cream
,
had
put
her
fisted
hands
to
the
corners
of
her
mouth
,
pulling
her
lips
into
a
big
revolted
grin
.
Masterton
was
kneeling
down
,
trying
to
hold
the
head
of
the
boy
sprawled
on
the
floor
.
Steve
looked
up
at
Louis
,
eyes
grim
and
wide
and
frightened
.
He
tried
to
speak
.
Nothing
came
out
.
People
were
congregating
at
the
Student
Medical
Center
's
big
glass
doors
,
peering
in
,
their
hands
cupped
around
their
faces
to
cut
out
the
glare
.
Louis
's
mind
conjured
up
an
insanely
appropriate
image
:
sitting
in
the
living
room
as
a
kid
of
no
more
than
six
with
his
mother
in
the
morning
before
she
went
to
work
,
watching
the
television
.
Watching
the
old
"
Today
"
show
,
with
Dave
Garroway
.
People
were
outside
,
gaping
in
at
Dave
and
Frank
Blair
and
good
old
J.
Fred
Muggs
.
He
looked
around
and
saw
other
people
standing
at
the
windows
.
He
could
n't
do
anything
about
the
doors
,
but
--
"
Shut
the
drapes
,
"
he
snapped
at
the
candy-striper
who
had
screamed
.
When
she
did
n't
move
immediately
,
Charlton
slapped
her
can
.
"
Do
it
,
girl
!
"
