Twenty-Six
I’LL NEVER FORGET THE look on the ambulance driver’s face when Helen comes out of the Emergency Department door as we are arriving, having already parked and made her way inside.
I, of course, am not surprised.
I am aware of being wheeled into the ED, Helen walking by my side until I get to the examination area. I feel really tired and don’t want to be bothered with paying attention to what's going on.
Still, I am from the South and good manners have been instilled in me from my infancy, so when I hear a familiar voice, I feel compelled to ask, “Who called you?”
“Don’t try to talk, Tom. Just let me do my job in peace,” an obviously concerned Martin Maycord says.
“Dan already told me he didn’t think it looked that bad,” I say dreamily. trying to reassure him with the opinio
