"Survivors"

Chapter 6



Damn if every hospital in the country didn't smell the same. Kevin leaned against the wall by the elevator, closing his eyes against the onslaught of memories. The sound of the nurses' padded shoes hurrying down the hallway, the smell of antiseptic, the smell of death...


"Sir?"


He inhaled raggedly, barely hearing the softly spoken query.


"Sir, are you all right?"


Shaking off the morbidity of the moment, he managed a weak smile. "Sorry," he replied, his *public* face temporarily in place. "Room 436 ... I'm looking for room 436."


Gently touching his arm, the nurse pushed him toward the right. "Down this hall and around the corner."


"Thanks," he answered with quiet gratitude.


*Well* he thought, *it's now or never. Walk, Kevin, one foot in front of the other ... that's it...*


And there it was. Room 436.


And there *she* was. Standing small and silent, gazing out the window, lost in thought.


Taking one last cleansing breath, he once again pasted on his *public* face and prepared to do battle. If Chrissy wasn't going to fight for her life, then it was up to him.




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