flattened palm for all to admire. âHe said I was a natural. He also likes my coat.â He was still wearing his white cotton duster, now smeared with Mimiâs blood.
âThatâs nice,â Mimi said. She sounded so calm that I suspected the tube taped to her left forearm contained morphine rather than saline. âPlease do check me for brain damage, Monkey. The doctors might have missed something.â
Frank handed his goggles to me, moved the visitorâs chair to the head of Mimiâs bed, and climbed up so heâd be tall enough to shine his light down into her pupils. âNurse,â he said. âCome closer. Let me show you how this is done.â
I was about to suggest to Frank that maybe the nurse knew already, but from the indulgent way she smiled and came to his elbow I imagined she had lots of experience with people in bloody white coats showing her how to do things she already knew how to do.
âSee her pupil contract when I do this? Thatâs a good sign,â Frank said. âWith brain damage, I get no response when I flash the light. If the pupils are different sizes, then weâve got real trouble. The injuries we have here are minor. Superficial scalp lacerations, swelling and bruising, maybe a concussion. Weâll keep tabs on her for the next twenty-four hours to make sure she doesnât show evidence of an intracranial bleed.â Frank hopped down without turning anything over or bringing the bed curtain down with him. So that was a relief.
âIs that so?â the nurse asked. She winked at me.
âThatâs what the paramedic said,â Frank said.
âPretty much word for word,â I added. âFrank has an incredible memory.â
âMaybe Frank should go to medical school. The triage nurse says heâs told her plenty about cholera outbreaks in London in the nineteenth century.â
âJohn Snow proved it a waterborne illness by tracing the 1854 outbreak to Londonâs Broad Street well,â Frank said. âHe removed the pump handle and within days the outbreak ended. Would it be all right if I checked you for brain damage, too?â
âSure,â she said, and settled on the chair Frank had carried over.
Holding that penlight somehow freed him to study her face closely. âYou look like Tinkerbell,â he said, then snapped his light on. It was true. She had blue eyes, a pert nose, and pink lipstick, plus lots of blond hair done up in an elaborately casual topknot.
âThank you,â she said. âDoes that mean Iâll live forever and never get old?â I wasnât surprised by her question. She had a smooth, unworried brow that looked suspiciously younger than her hands.
âIâm just saying you donât have brain damage,â Frank said.
âWell, if Iâm not going to be young forever, then Iâd better get back to work.â She checked the bag of fluid flowing into Mimiâs arm and made notations on her chart.
âMy father was a doctor,â Mimi said. âFrank would love medical school. But first he has to make it through elementary school.â
âWinston Churchill failed the sixth grade,â Frank said. âNoël Cowardââ
âFrank,â I said. âThe nurse is busy.â
âOh, thatâs okay,â Tinkerbell said. âIâm done. So, Frank, just to be extra sure your grandmotherâs brain is in good shape, weâre sending her upstairs for an MRI. That stands for magnetic resonance imaging. Itâs a way of taking pictures inside her brain without actually having to poke a hole in her skull to see how everything looks on the inside.â
âMy grandmother?â Frank said. âMy grandmother died in 1976 . You could look inside her skull through one of the eye sockets without having to poke a hole, but I doubt thereâd be much to see in there anymore.â He plunged both his hands into his
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