“Look out!” Jeb suddenly shouted. The gun came up in his hands, pointed past us.
We whirled toward the danger, and Jared’s tank fell to the floor as he jumped toward the male Healer, who was on his knees on the cot, staring at us in shock. Ian had the presence of mind to hold on to his tank.
“Chloroform,” Jared shouted as he tackled the Healer, pinning him back down to the cot. But it was too late.
The Healer stared straight at me, his face childlike in his bewilderment. I knew why his eyes were on me—the lantern’s rays danced off both his eyes and mine, making diamond patterns on the wall.
“Why?” he asked me.
Then his face went blank, and his body slumped, unresisting, to the cot. Two trails of blood flowed from his nostrils.
“No!” I screamed, lurching to his inert form, knowing it was far too late. “No!”
CHAPTER 54
Forgotten
Elizabeth?” I asked. “Anne? Karen? What’s your name? C’mon. I know you know it.”
The Healer’s body was still limp on the cot. It had been a long time—how long, I wasn’t sure. Hours and hours. I hadn’t slept yet, though the sun was far up in the sky. Doc had climbed out onto the mountain to pull the tarps away, and the sun beamed brightly through the holes in the ceiling, hot on my skin. I’d moved the nameless woman so that her face would be out of the glare.
I touched her face now lightly, patting the soft brown hair, woven through with white strands, away from her face.
“Julie? Brittany? Angela? Patricia? Am I getting close? Talk to me. Please?”
Everyone but Doc—snoring quietly on a cot in the darkest corner of the hospital—had gone away hours ago. Some to bury the host body we’d lost. I cringed, thinking of his bewildered question, and the sudden way his face had gone slack.
Why? he’d asked me.
I so much wished that the soul had waited for an answer, so I could have tried to explain it to him. He might even have understood. After all, what was more important, in the end, than love? To a soul, wasn’t that the heart of everything? And love would have been my answer.
Maybe, if he’d waited, he would have seen the truth of that. If he’d really understood, I was sure he would have let the human body live.
The request would probably have made little sense to him, though. The body was his body, not a separate entity. His suicide was simply that to him, not a murder, too. Only one life had ended. And perhaps he was right.
At least the souls had survived. The light on his tank glowed dull red beside hers; I couldn’t ask for a greater evidence of commitment from my humans than this, the sparing of his life.
“Mary? Margaret? Susan? Jill?”
Though Doc slept and I was otherwise alone, I could feel the echo of the tension the others had left behind; it still hung in the air.
The tension lingered because the woman had not woken up when the chloroform wore off. She had not moved. She was still breathing, her heart was still beating, but she had not responded to any of Doc’s efforts to revive her.
Was it too late? Was she lost? Was she already gone? Just as dead as the male body?
Were all of them? Were there only a very few, like the Seeker’s host, Lacey, and Melanie—the shouters, the resisters—who could be brought back? Was everyone else gone?
Was Lacey an anomaly? Would Melanie come back the way she had… or was even that in question?
I’m not lost. I’m here. But Mel’s mental voice was defensive. She worried, too.
Yes, you are here. And you will stay here, I promised.
With a sigh, I returned to my efforts. My doomed efforts?
“I know you have a name,” I told the woman. “Is it Rebecca? Alexandra? Olivia? Something simpler, maybe… Jane? Jean? Joan?”
It was better than nothing, I thought glumly. At least I’d given them a way to help themselves if they were ever taken. I could help the resisters, if no one else.
It didn’t seem like enough.
“You’re not giving me much to work with,” I murmured. I took her hand in both of mine, chafed it softly. “It would really be nice if you would make an effort. My friends are going to be depressed enough. They could use some good news. Besides, with Kyle still gone… It will be hard to evacuate everyone without having to carry you around, too. I know you want to help. This is your family here, you know. These are your kind. They’re very nice. Most of them. You’ll like them.”
The gently lined face was vacant with unconsciousness. She was quite pretty in an inconspicuous way—her features very symmetrical on her oval face. Forty-five, maybe a little younger, maybe a little older. It was hard to tell with no animation in the face.