Если я останусь
8:12 P.M.
Shefumblesaroundinherbagandpullsoutthecellphonehermothermadeherstartcarryingwhenshewasten—childLoJack,Kimcalledit—andturnedonthemonitor.Asquareoflightsoftensthedarkness.
"Now,that’smorelikethebrilliantgirlMiabragsabout,"Adamsays.Heturnsonhisowncellphoneandnowtheroomisilluminatedbyadullglow.
Unfortunately,theglowshowsthatthetinybroomclosetisfullofbrooms,abucket,andapairofmops,butislackinganyofthedisguisesthatAdamwashopingfor.IfIcould,Iwouldinformthemthatthehospitalhaslockerrooms,wherethedoctorsandnursescanstowtheirstreetclothesandwheretheychangeintotheirscrubsortheirlabcoats.Theonlygenerichospitalgarbsittingaroundarethoseembarrassinggownsthattheyputthepatientsin.Adamprobablycouldthrowonagownandcruisethehallwaysinawheelchairwithnoonethewiser,butsuchagetupwouldstillnotgethimintotheICU.
"Shit,"Adamsays.
"Wecankeeptrying,"Kimsays,suddenlythecheer-leader."Thereareliketenfloorsinthisplace.I’msurethereareotherunlockedclosets."
Adamsinkstothefloor."Nah.You’reright.Thisisstupid.Weneedtocomeupwithabetterplan."
"YoucouldfakeadrugoverdoseorsomethingsoyouwindupintheICU,"Kimsays.
"ThisisPortland.You’reluckyifadrugoverdosegetsyouintotheER,"Adamreplies."No,Iwasthinkingmorelikeadistraction.Youknow,likemakingthefirealarmgooffsothenursesallcomerunningout."
