Если я останусь
9:06 P.M.
Acoupleoftheyoungernurses,theoneswhoprobablylistentopopradioorwatchMTVandhaveheardofBikini,lookup,theirfacesexcitedquestionmarks.Ihearthemwhispering,eagertoseeifit’sreallyBrooke,ormaybejusthappyforthebreakintheroutine.
"Yeah.That’sright.SoIthoughtImightsingalittlesong.Oneofmyfavorites.It’scalled‘Eraser,’"Brookesays."Oneofyouguyswanttocountmein?"
"Ineedsomethingtotapwith,"Lizanswers."Anyonegotsomepensorsomething?"
NowthenursesandorderliesintheICUareverycuriousandheadingtowardthedoors.I’mwatchingitallplayout,likeamovieonthescreen.Istandnexttomybed,myeyestrainedonthedoubledoors,waitingforthemtoopen.I’mitchingwithsuspense.IthinkofAdam,ofhowcalmingitfeelswhenhetouchesme,howwhenheabsentmindedlystrokesthenapeofmyneckorblowswarmaironmycoldhands,Icouldmeltintoapuddle.
"What’sgoingon?"theoldernursedemands.Suddenlyeverynurseonthefloorislookingather,notouttowardBrookeanymore.Nooneisgoingtotrytoexplaintoherthatafamouspopstarisoutside.Themomenthasbroken.Ifeelthetensioneaseintodisappointment.Thedoorisn’tgoingtoopen.
Outside,IhearBrookestartbeltingoutthelyricsto"Eraser."Evenacappella,eventhroughtheautomaticdoubledoors,shesoundsgood.
"Somebodycallsecuritynow,"thenursegrowls.
"Adam,youbetterjustgoforit,"Lizyells."Nowornever.Full-courtpress.
