CHAPTER 2
A woman was smiling down at him. At least, he thought those were a mouthful of pretty teeth, although his blurred, double vision made it difficult to say for sure. She leaned in a little closer, her two heads merging and her features crystallizing enough for him to see she was beautiful. Her short-sleeved uniform was white with buttons all the way down the front to where the skirt stopped just above her knees.
She kept repeating his name.
“Mr. Burke? Mr. Burke, can you hear me? Mr. Burke?”
The headache was gone.
He took a slow, careful breath until the pain in his ribs cut him off.
He must have winced, because the nurse said, “Are you still experiencing discomfort in your left side?”
“Discomfort.” He groaned through a laugh. “Yes, I’m experiencing discomfort. You could certainly call it that.”
“I can get something a little stronger for the pain if you’d like.”
“I think I can manage.”
“All right, but don’t you be a martyr, Mr. Burke. Anything I can do to make you more comfortable, just name it. I’m your girl. My name’s Pam, by the way.”
“Thank you, Pam. I think I remember you from the last time I was here. I’d never forget that classic nurse’s uniform. I didn’t even know they still made those.”
She laughed. “Well, I’m glad to hear your memory’s coming back. That’s very good. Dr. Miter will be in shortly to see you. Would you mind if I took a blood pressure reading?”
“Sure.”
“Wonderful.”
Nurse Pam lifted a blood pressure pump from a cart at the foot of the bed and strapped the cuff around his left biceps.
“You gave us a good scare, Mr. Burke,” she said as she inflated the cuff. “Walking off like that.”
She was quiet while the needle fell.
“Did I pass?” he asked.
“A-plus. Systolic is one twenty-two. Diastolic seventy-five.” She un-Velcroed the cuff. “When they brought you in, you were delirious,” she said. “You didn’t seem to know who you were.”
He sat up in bed, the fog in his head beginning to lift. He was in a private hospital room—he thought it looked familiar. There was a window beside the bed. The blinds had been drawn, but the light creeping through seemed timid enough to be either early morning or early evening.
“Where’d you find me?” he asked.
“Mack Skozie’s front yard. You’d blacked out. Do you remember what you were doing there? Mack said you seemed pretty agitated and confused.”
“I woke up yesterday by the river. I didn’t know who I was or where I was.”
“You’d left the hospital. Do you remember leaving?”
“No. I went to the Skozie residence because he was the only Mack in the phone book.”
“I don’t think I understand.”
“Mack was the only name that held any meaning for me.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“Because Mack is the last word I read before the truck hit us.”
“Oh, right...it was a Mack truck that T-boned your car.”
“Exactly.”
“The mind is a weird thing,” the nurse said, moving around the end of the bed and walking over to the window. “It works in mysterious ways. Seeks out the strangest connections.”
“How long has it been since I was brought back here?”
She raised the blinds.
“Day and a half.”
Light streamed in.
It was actually late morning, the sun just clearing the eastern rim of cliffs.
“You had a bad concussion,” she said. “You could’ve died out there.”
“I felt like I was dying.”
The early light pouring down into the town was stunning.
“How’s your memory?” Pam asked.
“Weirdest thing. It all came back when I remembered the accident. Like someone just flipped a switch. How’s Agent Stallings?”
“Who?”
“The man who was riding in the front passenger seat of the car when the collision happened.”
“Oh.”
“He didn’t make it, did he?”
Nurse Pam walked back over to the bedside. She reached down, put her hand on his wrist. “I’m afraid not.”
He’d assumed as much. Hadn’t seen that sort of trauma since the war. Still, to have that suspicion confirmed was a sobering thing.
“Was he a close friend of yours?” the nurse asked.
“No. I’d met him for the first time earlier that day.”
“Must’ve been just awful. I’m so sorry.”
“What’s my damage?”
“Excuse me?”
“My injuries?”
“Dr. Miter will be able to fill you in better than I can, but you suffered a concussion, which is resolved now. A few cracked ribs. Some superficial cuts and bruises. All things considered, it could have been much, much worse for you.”
She turned away and headed for the door, stopping as she started to pull it open for a quick glance back over her shoulder.
“So,” she said. “We’re sure about your memory coming back?”
“Absolutely.”
“What’s your first name?”
“Ethan,” he said.
“Excellent.”
“Could you do me a favor?” Ethan asked.
Big, high-wattage smile. “Name it.”
“There are people I need to call. My wife. My SAC. Has anyone been in contact with them?”
“I believe someone from the sheriff’s office got in touch with your emergency contacts right after the accident. Let them know what happened, your condition.”
“I had an iPhone in my jacket at the time of the collision. Would you happen to know where it is?”
“No, but I can certainly put on my Nancy Drew detective hat and check into that for you.”
“I’d appreciate it.”
“That little red button on the side of the railing? See it?”
Ethan glanced down at it.
“I’m one click away.”
Nurse Pam flashed one more brilliant smile and left.