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Kate turned a corner and saw a tall, long-haired man in a puffy blue coat and ragged jeans standing at the door to Johnnys room. A black video camera rested on his shoulder. He was shooting now; she could tell by the red light on the camera.
She ran down the hall, grabbed the mans puffy coat sleeve, and spun him around. "What in the hell are you doing?" She shoved him so hard he stumbled back, almost fell. It felt good, so good she wished shed punched him in the face. "Scavenger," she hissed, switching off the camera with one stab of her finger.
That was when she saw Tully. Her best friend stood at the end of Johnnys bed, dressed in a red V-neck sweater and black pants, her hair and makeup camera-ready, holding a microphone.
"Oh, my God," Kate whispered.
"Its not what you think. "
"Youre not reporting on Johnnys condition?"
"I am, you know I am, but I was going to talk to you about it. Explain everything. I came up to ask you—"
"With a cameraman," Kate said, stepping back.
Tully ran over to her, pleading. "My boss called. Theyre going to fire me if I dont get this story. I knew youd understand if I just told you the truth. You know the news and how much this means to me, but I would never do anything to hurt you or Johnny. "
"How dare you! Youre supposed to be my friend. "
"I am your friend. " Tullys voice took on an edge of panic. The look in her eyes was so unfamiliar it took Kate a moment to recognize it: fear. "I shouldnt have started filming, I admit it, but I didnt think youd mind. Johnny sure as hell wouldnt. Hes a newsman, like me. Like you used to be. He knows that the story—"
Kate slapped Tully across the face as hard as she could. "Hes not your story. Hes my husband. " On that last word, Kates voice broke. "Get out. Get away. " When Tully didnt move, Kate screamed, "Now. Get the hell out of this room. Its family only. "
Beside Johnnys bed, an alarm blared.
White-clad nurses streamed into the room, pushed Kate and Tully aside. They transferred him to a gurney and wheeled him out of the room.
Kate stood there, staring at the empty sheets of his bed.
"Katie—"
"Get out," she said dully.
Tully grabbed her sleeve. "Come on, Katie. Were best friends forever. No matter what. Remember? You need me now. "
"You are hardly the kind of friend I need. " She wrenched free and ran out of the room.
It wasnt until she was on the second floor, alone in the womens bathroom, staring at the green metal door of the stall, that she cried.
Hours later, Kate sat alone in the family waiting room. At times throughout the day there had been others in here, groups of huddled, glassy-eyed people waiting for news of their loved ones. Now, however, the volunteer at the desk had gone home and the room was empty.
Never before had time crawled so slowly. She had nothing to do, no way to trick her mind into thinking about something else. She tried to flip through the magazines, but none were in English and the pictures didnt hold her attention. Even a phone call home hadnt helped. Without Tully here to buoy her, she felt herself sinking into despair.
"Mrs. Ryan?"
Kate got quickly to her feet. "Hello, Doctor. How did the surgery go?"
"He is most well. There was extensive bleeding in his brain, which we think accounts for the continued swelling. We have now stopped it. Perhaps this will give us reason for new hope, yes? Shall I walk you back to his room?"
It was enough that he was still alive.
"Thank you. "
As they passed the nurses station, he said, "Do you wish me to page your friend, Tallulah? Certainly you dont desire to be alone now. "
"I dont want to be alone now, thats true," Kate said. "But Tallulah is no longer welcome here. "
"Ah. Well. You must keep believing that he will wake up. I have seen many so-called miracles in my years here. Often, I think faith has its part to play. "
