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Dahra Baidoo was there, and Elwood, both staring like they were witnessing a miracle.
“I suppose they are,” Lana said to herself.
“It doesn’t hurt,” Cookie said.
He laughed. It was an incredulous, disbelieving sound. He rotated his arm, all the way forward, all the way up. He squeezed his fingers into a fist.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“Okay, I never thought I’d see that,” Elwood said, shaking his head slowly.
Tears came to Cookie’s bloodshot eyes. He whispered to himself, “It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt at all.”
He took a tentative step. Then another. He had lost a lot of weight. He was pale, and more than pale, almost green. He was shaky, a bear walking on its hind legs and about to topple over. He looked like what he was: a kid who’d taken a round trip to hell.
“Thank you,” he whispered to Lana. “Thank you.”
“It’s not my doing,” Lana said. “It’s just…I don’t know what it is.”
She was tired. Healing Cookie had taken a long time. She’d been in the hospital since eight o’clock that morning, having been awakened by Cookie’s cries of agony.
His injury was even worse than her own broken arm had been. It had taken her more than six hours, and now whatever benefit she’d gained from sleeping in the park was wasted, and she was weary again. Outside, she was pretty sure the sun was shining, but all she wanted now was a bed.
“It’s a thing I can do,” Lana said, fighting a yawn and stretching to get the kinks out of her back. “Just a…a thing.”
Cookie nodded. Then he did something no one expected. He got down on his knees before a shocked Dahra.
“You took care of me.”
Dahra shrugged and looked mightily uncomfortable. “It’s okay, Cookie.”
“No.” He took her hand awkwardly and leaned his forehead into her. “Anything you ever want. Anything. Anytime. Ever.” Tears choked his voice. “Anything.”
Dahra pulled him back to his feet. He had been as big and as heavy as Orc. He was still big enough to tower over Dahra. “You need to start eating,” she said.
“Yeah, eat,” Cookie said. “Then what do I do?”
Dahra looked a little exasperated. She said, “I don’t know, Cookie.”
Lana had an idea. “Go find Sam. There’s a fight coming.”
“I can fight,” Cookie confirmed. “As soon as I get some food down and, you know, kind of get my strength back.”
“McDonald’s is open,” Dahra said. “Try the French toast–burger. It’s better than it sounds.”
Cookie left. Dahra said, “Lana, I know it’s mostly about Cookie, but I feel like you saved my life, too. I’ve been losing my mind taking care of him.”
Lana was uncomfortable with gratitude. She always had been, even in small things. Now the idea that people were thanking her for performing near-miracles, that was preposterous. She said, “Do you know any place I could sleep? Like, in a bed?”
Elwood guided her and Patrick to his house. It was half a mile from the plaza and Lana was practically sleepwalking by the time they reached it.
“Come on in,” Elwood said. “You want something to eat?”
Lana shook her head. “Just a place to…that couch.”
“You could use one of the bedrooms upstairs.”
Lana was already facedown on the couch. And a split second later, she was asleep.
