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Ыоуве Been Warned :: Patterson James
Страница: 86 из 138But I do not want the dream to come again!
“Still with me, Kristin?”
Isnap to. The pen’s down, and he’s staring at me. “Yes. Sorry about that,” I say.
“Quite all right. No problem.”
“So, did I pass?”
“Like I said, there are no wrong answers. No trick ones either. But I do appreciate your honesty.”
“What now?” I ask. Speaking of honesty.
He adjusts his wire-rimmed glasses. “Here’s what I’m thinking,” he begins. “It’s getting late, you’re miles from home, you’ve suffered a minor concussion, and you’re clearly exhausted. How would you feel about spending the night here at the hospital?”
When you put it that way…
The thought of not having to make the trip back to Manhattan immediately appeals to me so much. So does the prospect of – at long last – a good night’s sleep. Who knows? Maybe being in a hospital will stave off that damn dream, the burning smell, the bug thing.
“Sure, why not?” I say.
Dr. Curley tells me to “hang out and relax” for a moment, as he needs to clear it with another doctor. He leaves, closing the door behind him.
I sit and wait. I’m getting a little bit antsy now. And paranoid? Of course.
A few minutes go by, followed by a few more. I’m hanging out, but I’m definitely not relaxing. Where is he? C’mon, c’mon. I’m clearly exhausted, remember?
I get up from the chair and walk to the door, opening it just enough to poke my head out. Sure enough, I spot Dr. Curley down the hall, talking on his cell phone. He’s standing with another man, who I assume is the doctor he mentioned. But I can’t quite see him thanks to Curley’s bushy blond hair.
Then Dr. Curley shifts his feet, and I manage to catch a glimpse of the other doctor’s face. I immediately do a double take, and my heart does a little flip-flop. Make that a big flip-flop.
I know him!
Or at least I used to.
Before he was murdered in my hometown of Concord, Massachusetts.
Chapter 68
THIS IS A MONSTER CLUE in the ongoing mystery called “my life of late.” It has to be.
I whip my head back from the hallway, quickly shutting the door. I’m alone in the room and desperately want to keep it that way.
I have no idea how Dr. Magnumsen, my pediatrician from my hometown, could be alive, let alone working in Brooklyn. What’s more, he hasn’t aged a day. He looks exactly as he did when I last saw him.
Back when I was twelve years old.
The doubts creep in like a heavy fog.
“Still with me, Kristin?”
Isnap to. The pen’s down, and he’s staring at me. “Yes. Sorry about that,” I say.
“Quite all right. No problem.”
“So, did I pass?”
“Like I said, there are no wrong answers. No trick ones either. But I do appreciate your honesty.”
“What now?” I ask. Speaking of honesty.
He adjusts his wire-rimmed glasses. “Here’s what I’m thinking,” he begins. “It’s getting late, you’re miles from home, you’ve suffered a minor concussion, and you’re clearly exhausted. How would you feel about spending the night here at the hospital?”
When you put it that way…
The thought of not having to make the trip back to Manhattan immediately appeals to me so much. So does the prospect of – at long last – a good night’s sleep. Who knows? Maybe being in a hospital will stave off that damn dream, the burning smell, the bug thing.
“Sure, why not?” I say.
Dr. Curley tells me to “hang out and relax” for a moment, as he needs to clear it with another doctor. He leaves, closing the door behind him.
I sit and wait. I’m getting a little bit antsy now. And paranoid? Of course.
A few minutes go by, followed by a few more. I’m hanging out, but I’m definitely not relaxing. Where is he? C’mon, c’mon. I’m clearly exhausted, remember?
I get up from the chair and walk to the door, opening it just enough to poke my head out. Sure enough, I spot Dr. Curley down the hall, talking on his cell phone. He’s standing with another man, who I assume is the doctor he mentioned. But I can’t quite see him thanks to Curley’s bushy blond hair.
Then Dr. Curley shifts his feet, and I manage to catch a glimpse of the other doctor’s face. I immediately do a double take, and my heart does a little flip-flop. Make that a big flip-flop.
I know him!
Or at least I used to.
Before he was murdered in my hometown of Concord, Massachusetts.
Chapter 68
THIS IS A MONSTER CLUE in the ongoing mystery called “my life of late.” It has to be.
I whip my head back from the hallway, quickly shutting the door. I’m alone in the room and desperately want to keep it that way.
I have no idea how Dr. Magnumsen, my pediatrician from my hometown, could be alive, let alone working in Brooklyn. What’s more, he hasn’t aged a day. He looks exactly as he did when I last saw him.
Back when I was twelve years old.
The doubts creep in like a heavy fog.