Dr. Voorhis’s features warped and slid, his round eyes became slits, his smiling mouth twisted into a leer, like a fun house mirror. I turned my head to see whether Paul had noticed the man, too, but his chair was empty. Oh, yeah, dinner. Paul had gone to the cafeteria to get dinner. I turned my head to the door, expecting to discover that Dr. Voorhis had vanished, but the apparition had moved to the side of my bed, next to the I-Med machine. He reached out and placed a hand on my knee. I felt the coldness of his touch even under the blanket.
“What…” What are you doing here? I wanted to say. You practice in Baltimore. But my lips were numb and my tongue seemed to fill my mouth. If Paul showed up, would Voorhis go poof?
The hand crept up my thigh. Blood pounded in my ears so loudly it dro
