Heirloom by Graham Masterton

Author:Graham Masterton
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-01-08T10:09:58.019000+00:00

Later in the morning, we drove back into San Diego. David collected his Rolls-Royce in the hospital parking-lot, and went off to Presidio Place to shower and change, with a promise that he would telephone me after lunch. I went up to the eighth floor to see how Jonathan was getting on. He was still lying unconscious on his bed, although the dressings on his face had been changed, and now I could see both of his eyes. Sara was sitting sleepily beside him, a discarded copy of Sunset on the floor beside her, and Dr Gopher was busy in the comer of the room with a series of antibiotic injections. 'Hi, darling,' I said, kissing Sara on the forehead. 'How's it been?' 'No change,' she said, in a weary voice. 'It's just like he's asleep and he won't wake up.' I leaned over Jonathan's bed and stared at him for almost a minute. Inside of my head, I was trying to compel him to wake up. Wake up, Jonathan, please. Wake up! But he continued to lie still and pale, his hair tousled on the pillow, and all I could do was step away from the bed, sad and frustrated, and leave him to his endless dreaming. 'Dr Gopher,' I said. The doctor looked up from his bottles of antibiotics, and frowned. 'My name's Dr Rosen,' he said. Fortunately, I don't think he realised that I'd gotten into the habit of talking to Sara about him as Dr Gopher just because he looked like one. 'I'm sorry. I - mixed you up with Someone else.' 'You want to know how your son is?' the doctor asked me. 'Is there any improvement?' 'No, no improvement. But no deterioration, either. His body is functioning perfectly normally in all respects - respiration, heartbeat, digestive functions, everything. If he wasn't comatose, I'd say that he was an extremely healthy young man.' 'Are you going to try any more stimulus tests?' 'Oh, sure. Your wife will tell you that we tried a new programme of stimulation last night. Stroboscopic lights, music, minor electrical shocks, a whole battery of different stimuli. So far, of course, we haven't had any response. But I'm sure that we will.' I said to Sara, 'How about coming out for some lunch? We can leave the number of the restaurant with the switchboard here.' She stood up. 'I think I'd like that. I haven't really eaten properly for two days. Then maybe we could go home for the rest of the afternoon, and come back tonight.' I hesitated, thinking about the chair. Then I said, 'Sure, why not? It'll give you a break,' We were walking down the hospital corridor when a short squat man with fierce black hair and glasses came iogging along after us. 'Mr Delatolla?' he puffed. 'I'm glad I've caught you.' 'Oh, yes?' lie thumbed through a sheaf of papers he was carrying, and tugged one sheet out for me. 'I'm the hospital treasurer, sir. John Jarman.

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