First Love by James Patterson

Author:James Patterson [Patterson, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Fiction / Romance - Contemporary, Fiction / Family Life
ISBN: 9780316207041
Amazon: 0316207047
Barnesnoble: 0316207047
Goodreads: 20555651
Publisher: Little, Brown
Published: 2014-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

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IN THE EVENING THEY SEDATED ROBINSON, because his breathing had become labored and painful. That, apparently, was the pleurisy. Or maybe it was the pneumonia. I didn’t want to know. When they said things like “peritoneal fluid analysis” and “low platelet count,” I put my fingers in my ears.

Alone, I read every magazine I could find: Golf Digest, Sport Fishing, and Fit Pregnancy. None held any useful information for me, but considering I’m a golf hater, a vegetarian, and a virgin, that was not exactly surprising.

Then I wandered the corridors, noticing again how much one hospital resembles another. They sound the same (the beeps of heart monitors, the hiss of oxygen machines, the murmuring tones of visitors). They serve the same food (syrupy, too-sweet grape juice; soggy dinner rolls; and pink, plastic-looking ham). They even smell the same (odors of disinfectant, recycled air, and bodies and what comes out of them—a mix I can only describe as lavatorial).

As terrible as La Junta General was, a tiny part of me relaxed a little. Unlike the rest of our cross-country journey, the hospital ward was known territory. A place I could navigate. And I guess I was glad to have a roof over my head again.

But as Robinson would be the first to point out, you can’t be Bonnie and Clyde in a hospital. You’re in a different movie altogether.

“Pace much?” one of the nurses asked with a friendly smile when I walked by the station for the twentieth time.

I smiled. “Sorry. Just stretching my legs.”

“No worries, keep at it,” she said. “Exercise does a body good.”

She looked like she could stand to get a little exercise herself, but she was busy playing FreeCell on her computer. Slow night in the ER, I guess.

I turned down a new hallway and came upon a set of heavy double doors. Pushing them open, I found myself in the foyer of a small chapel.

It was utterly unlike the rest of the sterile white hospital. The front wall was a deep red. There was a plain wooden altar with LED candles flickering alongside it. There was no statue of Jesus on the cross, though—no Mary or Ganesh or Buddha or L. Ron Hubbard, either, or whoever it was people prayed to around here. There was just that red—the red of valentines, of blood. Faint classical music came from invisible speakers.

I sat down on a bench. My parents had taken me to church about three times before they lost interest in shushing Carole Ann and me every other second. Now I was the only one in the room, so I didn’t quite know what to do with myself. I put my face in my hands. Anyone who poked a head in would think I was praying.

I thought of Carole Ann and Robinson—and myself, too. How we’d all been affected by forces that felt terrifying and supernatural but were actually just terrifying and basic. Cancer is abnormal cells dividing without control and invading other tissues. It’s that simple.

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