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Dr. Rommine's learned lecture concerning Betty's leg wound, illustrated with half a dozen X-rays, took at least three minutes.
So did Part II, the wound in the groin area, which was also serious but not as serious as it could have been. The X-rays revealed no damage to the reproductive organs, except for the sympathetic trauma-
Whatever the hell that means.
– and the surgery to remove that projectile would of course clear up the questions unanswered by the X-rays.
"I think the wound to the face is going to cause the greatest difficulty," Dr. Rommine said, turning to the X-rays of the patient's cranium with emphasis on the mandible area.
"As you can see, the projectile is rather deeply embedded in the bone here." He used the pointer, and then turned to first one, and then a second, and then a third X-ray, covering the mandible area from all angles. "There is a fracture and some to-be-expected splintering. Removing the projectile will be somewhat difficult. We don't do much oral surgery here, and I attempted to locate a good man I know, but he's skiing in Bariloche and he won't be available for several days."
I hope the bastard breaks both his legs.
Castillo asked, "Are you saying you're going to leave the bullet in her jaw until you can get this guy back from Bariloche?"
"Dr. Koos is his name. Oh, no. The projectile will be removed now. But the restorative surgery-her jaw will of course have to be wired closed-is quite important, and should be placed in the hands of the best man available."
Jesus, that's Betty's skull I'm looking at.
Castillo suddenly felt light-headed, then dizzy.
What am I going to do, pass out? Throw up on Santa Claus's shiny floor?
No, goddammit, I will not lose control of myself!
He steadied himself with a hand on the X-ray display rack.
"Doctor, how soon can she be moved?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"How soon could I fly her to the United States?"
"Oh, I see what you're thinking." He thought the question over and then continued: "That would depend in large measure on what sort of support you could provide, in terms of oxygen, blood-in case of unexpected bleeding-et cetera, on the aircraft. And there would have to be provision to feed her. Liquids, of course. Her jaw, as I say, will be immobilized for at least two weeks. She would have to be accompanied by a physician and a nurse. I'm speaking of moving her soon-say, tomorrow or the day after. If you were willing to wait, say, seventy-two or ninety-six hours-three or four days-while she would be in some discomfort, she could travel far more easily. With medical personnel in attendance, of course."
"How long is she going to be in the operating room now?"
"Oh, I would say…" Dr. Rommine began, then thought that over for a good twenty seconds before finishing: "Two hours, perhaps a little longer. And I'd better get scrubbed. They almost certainly have the patient prepared by now."
"You're going to operate?"
"Of course. El Coronel Munz has explained the situation to me. It will be my privilege."
Dr. Rommine then walked out of his office without saying another word. He left so quickly that Castillo doubted Dr. Santa Claus had heard his somewhat belatedly expressed thanks.
"You all right, Karl?" Munz asked.
Castillo nodded.
"You looked a little pale there for a while."
"I'm all right. Thank you for everything."
"Let's see if we can find a cup of coffee," Munz said. "And we'd better start thinking about getting a little something to eat."
"Alfredo, I'm not hungry."
"If people don't eat, their blood sugar drops, especially after they have been subjected to stress, and they pass out," Munz said.
