Coldheart Canyon. Clive Barker

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      ‘I want to stay.’

      ‘Well that’s going to be very uncomfortable for you, Mr Pickett. We don’t have a room we can put you in, and frankly you both look as though you didn’t get a full night’s sleep. Dempsey’s mildly sedated, and we’ll probably keep him that way. But it’s going to be six or seven hours before we get any answers for you. We share our X-ray technician with our hospital in Santa Monica, so she won’t even be in to look at Dempsey until eleven at the earliest.’

      ‘I still want to stay. You’ve got a bench out there. You’re not going to throw me out if I sit on that are you?’

      ‘No. Of course not.’

      ‘Then that’s where I’ll be.’

      The doctor looked at his watch. ‘I’ll be out of here in half an hour and the day-doctor, Dr Otis, will be taking over Dempsey’s case. I will of course bring her up to speed with everything we’ve done so far and if she feels there’s something else she wants to try –’

      ‘She’ll know where to find me.’

      ‘Right.’

      The doctor gave up a wan smile, his second and last of the night. ‘Well, I sincerely hope you have good news with Dempsey, and that by the time I come in again tonight you’ve both gone home happy.’

      Todd would not be dissuaded from staying on the bench, even though it was situated a few steps away from the front counter, next to the soda machine, and would leave him in full view of everyone who came through the next few hours. Marco said that he would come back with a Thermos of good coffee and something to eat, and left Todd there.

      The parade of the needy began early. About two minutes after Marco had gone a distraught woman came in saying that she’d struck a cat with her car, and the victim was now in her car, alive, but terrified and badly hurt. Two nurses went out with well-used pairs of leather gloves and a syringe of tranquillizer to subdue the victim. They came back with a weeping woman and a corpse. The animal’s panicked self-defences had apparently used up what little energies its broken body had possessed. The woman was inconsolable. She tried to thank the nurses for their help but all she could do was cry. There were six more accidents that rush hour, two of them fatalities. Todd watched all this in a dazed state. Lack of sleep was beginning to catch up with him. Every now and then his eyes would flicker closed for a few seconds, and the scene in front of him would jump, like a piece of film which had had a few seconds’ worth of action removed and then been spliced back together again. People moved abruptly from one place to another. One moment somebody was coming in, the next they were engaged in conversation (often tearful, sometimes accusatory, always intense), with one of the nurses; the next they’d gone, or they were on their way out.

      Much to his surprise, nobody gave him more than a cursory glance. Perhaps, they thought, that can’t possibly be Todd Pickett, sitting on a broken-down old bench next to a broken-down old soda machine in a twenty-four-hour animal hospital. Or perhaps it was just that they saw him, recognized him, and didn’t care. They had other things to think about right now, more pressing than the peculiar presence of a weary-looking movie star on a broken-down bench. They had a rat with an abscess, a cat that had had six kittens but had got the seventh stuck, a guinea pig in a shoe box that was dead when the box was opened; a poodle that kept biting itself; a problem with fleas, a problem with mange, two canaries that hated one another, and so on and so forth.

      Marco came back with coffee and sandwiches. Todd drank some coffee, which perked him up.

      He went to the front desk and asked, not for the first time, to see the day-doctor. This time, he got lucky. Dr Otis, a pale and slight young woman who looked no more than eighteen, and refused to look Todd in the face (though this, he realized was her general practice: she was the same with Marco and with the nurses, eyes constantly averted), appeared and said that there was nothing to report except that Dempsey would be going for X-rays in about half an hour, and they would be available for viewing tomorrow. At this point, Todd lost his temper. It happened rarely, but when it did it was an impressive spectacle. His neck became blotchy-red, and the muscles of his face churned; his eyes went to ice-water.

      ‘I brought my dog in here at five o’clock this morning. I’ve been waiting here – sitting on that bench – that bench right there, you see it? Do you see that bench?’

      ‘Yes, I –’

      ‘That’s where I’ve been since six o’clock. It is now almost eleven o’clock. I’ve asked on several occasions for you to have the common decency to come out and tell me what’s happening to my dog. Always politely. And I’ve been told, over and over again, that you’re very busy.’

      ‘It’s been a crazy morning, Mr –?’

      ‘Pickett is my name.’

      ‘Well, Mr Pickett, I’m afraid I can’t –’

      ‘Stop right there. Don’t say you can’t get the X-rays until tomorrow because you can. You will. I want my dog looked after and if you won’t do it I’ll take him some place where he can be taken care of and I’ll make sure every damn newspaper in the State of California –’

      At this moment an older woman, obviously the hospital manager, stepped into view and took Todd’s hand, shaking it. ‘Mr Pickett. My name’s Cordelia Simpson. It’s all right, Andrea, I’ll take care of Mr Pickett from here.’

      The young woman doctor retreated. She was two shades whiter than she’d been at the beginning of the conversation.

      ‘I heard most of what you were telling Andrea –’

      ‘Look, I’m sorry. That’s not my style. I don’t like losing my temper, but –’

      ‘No, it’s okay. I understand. You’re tired and you’re concerned about –?’

      ‘Dempsey.’

      ‘Dempsey. Right.’

      ‘I was told he’d be X-rayed today and we’d have the results back this afternoon.’

      ‘Well, the speed of these things all depends on the volume of work, Mr Pickett,’ Cordelia said. She was English, and had the face and manner of a woman who would not be pleasant if she were riled, but was doing her best right now to put on a gentler face. ‘I read a piece about you in the LA Times last year. You were on the cover with Dempsey, as I remember. Clearly you’re very close to your dog. Here’s what I’m going to do.’ She consulted her watch. ‘Dempsey is being seen by the radiographer right now, and I guarantee that we’ll have the results back by … six. It might be earlier but I think six we can guarantee.’

      ‘So how long before I can take him home?’

      ‘You want to take him now?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘You’ll find him rather dopey. I’m not sure he could walk.’

      ‘I can carry him.’

      Cordelia nodded. She knew an immovable object when she saw one. ‘Well I’ll have one of the nurses come fetch you when he’s ready. Is that his?’

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