Lovely Neighbor

Chapter 1-2

He couldn"t hold back.

"Why would I want to keep the picture even though I won"t be able to help you?"

She smiled sadly somehow.

“By it is the people Woman saved his life. Sometimes when I think back, he must have reminded himself of what she looked like, who she was. "

He watched the cleaning girl for a long time, but he didn"t actually look at Graciela Rivers. He is looking inside himself, rummaging through his memory and understanding what he just said, but still doesn"t make sense of it.

"What did she say?"

That"s all he asked. He has the power to test the feel of the negotiation and all sorts of different things can loosen up and slide across the train toward her. The line of the kia used to get his. It"s taking you away.

She raised her hand, but glancing over the picture, he held out his hand to her. She placed her hand on his chest, running it down his chest, her fingers tracing the trail like thick code on the back of his shirt. He let her do it. He stood petrified for her to do.

“Left your heart,” she said. “It used to be mine. It"s his network manager. "

It"s up from after the Tai must be. Bonnie Fox. Always quiet, professional, makes us feel secure. Several lines slither like the solidity of a portable scope into the X-ray field of the monitor, tracing veins in the heart. He closed his eyes. He has a sense of jolt, a feeling they say we won"t feel but we feel all the time.

"Okay, you shouldn"t feel this way," she said.

"Must to."

"Don"t talk."

Then, there it is. Like the gentle tug at the end of a fishing line, a snapper doesn"t give my answer lightly. He opened his eyes and saw that the magnifying glass, threaded like a fishing line, was still deep in his heart.

“All right,” she said. “Ready already. Well done, Terry. "

He saw her moved, even though he couldn"t begin to look back at her. The endoscope was removed, and she applied a patch to the patch on his neck. The time holds his head at an uncomfortable angle, and he slows down his old voice, raising his hand to join his stiff muscles. Dr. Bonnie Fox"s smiling face hung over his head again.

"How do you feel?"

“Can"t complain. Now everything is done. "

"Fine, I"ll come check on you. I need to check the test results and come up with a lab model. "

"I have something to tell you."

"OK. See you soon. "

Minutes later, two of McCaleb"s fire nurses came out of the angiography room and into the elevator. He does not favor the user to handle like a ravaged person. He can walk on his own, but it"s against the rules. After a set period of delivery, the patient should always be kept in a horizontal position. Hospitals always have this content up to date. Cedars-Sinai seems to have more content than any other hospital.

They took him down to the timeline on the sixth floor. While the two nurses carried the cake along the east corridor, he progressed through the rooms of the possibly lucky and those waiting - employees who had been hired or were still waiting. . They crossed a screening room, and McCaleb entered an open window to see a young boy lying on his back, his whole body connected by tubes to a lung prosthetic machine. A transport man slouched on the other side of the chair, staring at the boy but seeing something else. McCaleb looked away. He knows the truth. The boy did not have much longer to live. The machine will only get you so far. Then the default man - his father, McCaleb guessed - would stare at a coffin with the same look.

Time, they have to the roomation. They transferred him from the g**g to the gypsy leaving him alone. He braced himself for the wait. He knew from experience that it could take up to six hours for Fox to arrive, depending on how quickly the blood samples were checked at the lab and how long it took for her to rest for the results.

He is ready. The leather bag he once used to hold his computer and the countless files of work he handled was now packed with old magazines he had available for his working days.

Two languages later, Bonnie Fox walked through the window. McCaleb put down the ship repair book he was reading.

"Wow, that"s fast."

“There are a few cases in the laboratory today. How do you feel? "

“My neck felt like someone"s leg had been lit for two hours straight. Have you been to the lab? "

"YES."

"What were the results?"

“It seems to be stable. Not deleted, every level seems stable. I am very satisfied. In a week, we can lower his prednisone levels. "

She said while spreading the results of the user"s tableware test and then reviewing the good results again and again. She was talking to the various combinations of carefully administered drugs that McCaleb took every morning and every night. On the final count, he took eight pills in the morning, up to six more. The medicine box above is not enough to hold all the pills. You have to use one of the quick storage items in the front.

“Good,” he said. "I"m tired of shaving three times a day."

Fox folded the test results of the file clip away from the small desk attached to the inside. His eyes quickly skimmed over the question mark he had to answer each visit.

“Absolutely no fever?”

"Absolutely not."

“It is not focused.”

"Skip a little."

Through the repeated review of her questions to ask back and forth, he learned that news and diarrhea are two symptoms that only a newly transplanted organ can be transplanted. He takes his temperature at least twice a day, along with blood pressure and heart rate measurements.

“The main indicators look very good. Do some research first. "

She put down the board. Holding the stethoscope, before the woman was fit to lift it, she listened to the heart at three different points behind his back. He"ll come back down and I"ll listen through my chest. He measures his pulse by placing two fingers on his neck while looking at his watch. While doing so she stayed close by. She wore orange cologne, a scent McCaleb had always assumed was only found in older sisters. The but Bonnie Fox is not an important age. He looked up at her, examining her face as she looked at her watch.

“Have you ever wondered if we should do this?” he asked.

"Don"t talk."

Finally, she translated a few fingers that sang on his wrist to take his pulse there.

After that, she pulled the blood pressure cuff off the wall, put it on his hand to take the blood pressure reading, when she worked, she kept quiet. “Good,” she finished.

“Good,” he said.

“Should we do something?”

You still have the interrupt to reconnect an interrupted or forgotten game. She rarely forgot anything McCaleb told her. Bonnie Fox is a petite woman of McCaleb age, cut short prematurely. Her white coat was almost ankle-length because it could have been for a taller person. Embroidery on the breast pocket is an absorbing week of her expertise. Every time they meet, she always has busy times and events. She had that self-assured beauty and combination of necessity that McCaleb had always found so rare in doctors—and in recent years there have been many. He replied confidently and graciously. He likes you and trusts you. In his deepest thoughts there was a time when he wondered if he should one day put his life in a woman"s hands. However, that quickly passed and only made me feel guilty. When it was time for a replacement, it was her smiling face that was the last, when they put him to sleep in preparation for surgery. By that time, there was nothing left in him. And it was her smiling face that welcomed him into the world, with a new heart and a new life.

McCaleb accepts the fact that the eight weeks since the change of time has not had a single hitch in his recovery, he is testament to the trust he has placed in her. For most. . During the three years since entering her office for the first time, a bond has formed between the two, a bond that transcends the professional system. They were good friends now, or so McCaleb believed. They ate together dozens of times, enthusiastically discussing countless times about everything from cloning to OJ Simpson"s trial - McCaleb won her hundreds of dollars in court. At first, it was easy for him to see that her unshakable faith in the justice system had blinded her to what made this case so racist. I don"t challenge you on second.

Regardless of the topic, McCaleb found himself fighting the opposite opinion of his sister who just wanted to socialize with her. Now, following that question, Fox looked at him as if to say she was ready for another duel.

“Should we do this,” he said, waving a hand as if to cover the entire hospital. “Take out the viscera, replace it with a new one. Sometimes I feel like a modern Frankenstein monster, with other people"s organs inside of me. "

“Another person, another part. We do not an importantization of the world. "

“But that"s the important part, isn"t it? You know that, I recovered, I still work at the Bureau, we have to take the test every year. Shoot that beer. And the best way to pass the accounting period is to shoot in the heart. Shooting the circle around the heart on the target will get more points than shooting in the head. It is called the decim ring. Highest Point. "

"Come on, if we"re going to argue with "are we acting like God" again, then I think we"re past that point."

I shook my head, smiling at him for a few seconds. Finally the smile disappeared.

"What"s wrong?"

"I do not know. I feel guilty. "

"What, is it my fault that I"m still alive?"

“I know more details.”

“Don"t be ridiculous. We have solved that as well. I don"t have time for the three survivor sins. View, at here we have the options. Very simple. One behind you live, otherwise you die. That great decision. Is there anything wrong? "

He raised his hands in surrender. She always mentions things in a well-defined context.

“Typical,” she said, unable to bear to withdraw. “You spent most of the two years in adoration waiting for your time, waiting until your neck was almost unbearable, and now you"re asking us if I should let you have that heart. What really makes you so cocky, Terry? I don"t have time to talk nonsense with you. "

He looked back at her. Gradually get the position of skill reading. That"s what all the best agents and cops ever know. He worked on the project, then decided to say what was on his mind.

“I certainly want to know why you didn"t let me or the woman give me the result that I was under surveillance.” Obviously, she was startled. The shock made his words clear to her face.

"Assassinate? What are you saying? "

"She was assassinated."

"How come?"

“I don"t know for sure. She happened to be in that department store robbery in the Valley. Shoot to the head. If she"s dead, I"ve already achieved the results. "