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There
was
what
happened
next
to
be
thought
of
.
That
was
his
responsibility
too
.
"
Go
out
and
find
them
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
Take
them
around
to
the
other
door
.
I
want
them
handy
,
but
I
do
n't
want
them
to
see
any
more
of
this
than
they
already
have
.
"
Masterton
,
looking
relieved
to
be
away
from
what
was
happening
in
here
,
went
to
the
door
and
opened
it
,
letting
in
a
babble
of
excited
,
curious
,
confused
conversation
.
Louis
could
also
hear
the
warble
of
a
police
siren
.
Campus
Security
was
here
then
.
Louis
felt
a
kind
of
miserable
relief
.
The
dying
man
was
making
a
gurgling
sound
in
his
throat
.
He
tried
to
speak
.
Louis
heard
syllables
--
phonetics
,
at
least
--
but
the
words
themselves
were
slurred
and
unclear
.
Louis
leaned
over
him
and
said
,
"
You
're
going
to
be
all
right
,
fella
.
"
He
thought
of
Rachel
and
Ellie
as
he
said
it
,
and
his
stomach
gave
a
great
,
unlovely
lurch
.
He
put
a
hand
over
his
mouth
and
stifled
a
burp
.
"
Caaa
,
"
the
young
man
said
.
"
Gaaaaaa
--
"
Louis
looked
around
and
saw
that
he
was
momentarily
alone
with
the
dying
man
.
Dimly
he
could
hear
Joan
Charlton
yelling
at
the
candy-stripers
that
the
hard
stretcher
was
in
the
supply
closet
off
Room
Two
.
Louis
doubted
if
they
knew
Room
Two
from
a
frog
's
gonads
;
it
was
,
after
all
,
their
first
day
on
the
job
.
They
had
gotten
a
hell
of
an
introduction
to
the
world
of
medicine
.
The
green
wall-to-wall
carpet
was
now
soaked
a
muddy
purple
in
an
expanding
circle
around
the
young
man
's
ruined
head
;
the
leakage
of
intercranial
fluid
had
,
mercifully
,
stopped
.
"
In
the
Pet
Sematary
,
"
the
young
man
croaked
...
and
he
began
to
grin
.
This
grin
was
remarkably
like
the
mirthless
,
hysterical
grin
of
the
candy-striper
who
had
closed
the
drapes
.
Louis
stared
down
at
him
,
at
first
refusing
to
credit
what
he
had
heard
.
Then
Louis
thought
he
must
have
had
an
auditory
hallucination
.
He
made
some
more
of
those
phonetic
sounds
and
my
subconscious
made
them
into
something
coherent
,
cross-patched
the
sounds
into
my
own
experience
.
But
that
was
not
what
had
happened
,
and
a
moment
later
he
was
forced
to
realize
it
.
A
swooning
,
mad
terror
struck
him
and
his
flesh
began
to
creep
avidly
,
seeming
to
actually
move
up
and
down
his
arms
and
along
his
belly
in
waves
...
but
even
then
he
simply
refused
to
believe
it
.
Yes
,
the
syllables
had
been
on
the
bloody
lips
of
the
man
on
the
carpet
as
well
as
in
Louis
's
ears
,
but
that
only
meant
the
hallucination
had
been
visual
as
well
as
auditory
.
"
What
did
you
say
?
"
he
whispered
.
