teeth, shellacked with blood.
She reached for the NURSE CALL, her thumb punching the button over and over.
It happened so fast, the movement was catlike--the little girl leapt off the floor and came down on Grammy Ann's chest, blood running down her chin.
Her head tilted, and her lips moved, an awful noise coming out of them that sounded like a question in some demonic language.
Grammy Ann screamed, "Nurse!"
Oasis
"CAN I have your red candy?" Oasis asked, and she asked nicely, like the nicest she'd ever asked for anything, but the old woman only screamed.
She would have been gentle, or tried at least, but the screaming hurt her ears, and so she lunged into the woman's neck, and the screaming got louder, the woman pulling her hair now, and she was strong.
It wasn't fair!
The old woman jerked Oasis's head back before she could dig in, and hit her in the cheek.
Oasis roared and swiped one of her talons at the woman's face, but it missed and sliced across her neck instead, and suddenly--
Red candy everywhere!
--and the old woman still flailing and thrashing but the smell and taste of the red candy drew Oasis in and she was at the woman's neck again, biting, tearing, sucking, the blows still coming, but slower and softer, and the screams dissipating, and then the old woman lay still, and Oasis didn't have to struggle anymore.
Instead, she just curled up beside the old woman, whose arm was around Oasis, and, come to think of it, it reminded her of her Grandma Betsy, and it was just like those times when she stayed at Grandma's house and Grandma would read a book to her before bedtime, except instead of cozying up with a book, it was cozying up with that delicious red candy running out of Grandma's neck, right down into Oasis's throat in a steady stream, and she lay with the old woman in her bed for five minutes, until the last of her candy was gone.
Stacie
ADAM walked into the room and locked the door after him.
He sat down on the bed, offered her a shard of ice.
"How you feeling?" he asked.
"Gigantic," she said.
"Stop it, you've never been more beautiful."
The water felt so good sliding down her throat, despite the micron-size portion.
"You just locked the door," she said. "What's that about?"
"Just hospital procedure when there's a disturbance. Nurse Herrick came back. Do you need anything else?"
"I'm all right for now."
Stacie thought he seemed distracted, and she was about to ask him what was wrong, but he was already up again, heading toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
"
I'm
thirsty now." He smiled, but there was anxiety in his eyes. She'd seen this before--his strong face. Hiding pain with a smile. God forbid anyone ever think a minister could have a hard day, a sleepless night.
"They had some apple juice in the Fridge," he said. "I'll be right back."
Adam
ADAM came up behind Nurse Herrick at the entrance to the maternity ward. The double doors were closed, and she was kneeling, fighting to slide a lock into the floor.
He stepped up to one of the small, square windows at eye level and stared down the corridor on the other side of the door.
Empty.
Nothing moving.
Linoleum floor shining dully under the ceiling panels of fluorescent light.
"Please don't mention this to my wife."
"You haven't told her
anything
?"
"Just that there was a disturbance and we're on a mandatory lockdown. Have you informed the other patients on the wing?"
"Yes. Well, sort of. I told them there was an outbreak in the ER, and we all have to stay put until help arrives."
"How many in this wing at the moment?"
"I have a single mother who's alone in her room."
"So it's only the four of us?"
"Yes."
Adam pushed the deadbolts up into the ceiling and glanced once more out the window before turning to Nurse Herrick.
"Can you deliver our baby?" he asked. "If the time comes and there's no doctor?"
"Yes." She wiped her eyes, crying again. "I'm sorry." Her hands had begun to
She reached for the NURSE CALL, her thumb punching the button over and over.
It happened so fast, the movement was catlike--the little girl leapt off the floor and came down on Grammy Ann's chest, blood running down her chin.
Her head tilted, and her lips moved, an awful noise coming out of them that sounded like a question in some demonic language.
Grammy Ann screamed, "Nurse!"
Oasis
"CAN I have your red candy?" Oasis asked, and she asked nicely, like the nicest she'd ever asked for anything, but the old woman only screamed.
She would have been gentle, or tried at least, but the screaming hurt her ears, and so she lunged into the woman's neck, and the screaming got louder, the woman pulling her hair now, and she was strong.
It wasn't fair!
The old woman jerked Oasis's head back before she could dig in, and hit her in the cheek.
Oasis roared and swiped one of her talons at the woman's face, but it missed and sliced across her neck instead, and suddenly--
Red candy everywhere!
--and the old woman still flailing and thrashing but the smell and taste of the red candy drew Oasis in and she was at the woman's neck again, biting, tearing, sucking, the blows still coming, but slower and softer, and the screams dissipating, and then the old woman lay still, and Oasis didn't have to struggle anymore.
Instead, she just curled up beside the old woman, whose arm was around Oasis, and, come to think of it, it reminded her of her Grandma Betsy, and it was just like those times when she stayed at Grandma's house and Grandma would read a book to her before bedtime, except instead of cozying up with a book, it was cozying up with that delicious red candy running out of Grandma's neck, right down into Oasis's throat in a steady stream, and she lay with the old woman in her bed for five minutes, until the last of her candy was gone.
Stacie
ADAM walked into the room and locked the door after him.
He sat down on the bed, offered her a shard of ice.
"How you feeling?" he asked.
"Gigantic," she said.
"Stop it, you've never been more beautiful."
The water felt so good sliding down her throat, despite the micron-size portion.
"You just locked the door," she said. "What's that about?"
"Just hospital procedure when there's a disturbance. Nurse Herrick came back. Do you need anything else?"
"I'm all right for now."
Stacie thought he seemed distracted, and she was about to ask him what was wrong, but he was already up again, heading toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
"
I'm
thirsty now." He smiled, but there was anxiety in his eyes. She'd seen this before--his strong face. Hiding pain with a smile. God forbid anyone ever think a minister could have a hard day, a sleepless night.
"They had some apple juice in the Fridge," he said. "I'll be right back."
Adam
ADAM came up behind Nurse Herrick at the entrance to the maternity ward. The double doors were closed, and she was kneeling, fighting to slide a lock into the floor.
He stepped up to one of the small, square windows at eye level and stared down the corridor on the other side of the door.
Empty.
Nothing moving.
Linoleum floor shining dully under the ceiling panels of fluorescent light.
"Please don't mention this to my wife."
"You haven't told her
anything
?"
"Just that there was a disturbance and we're on a mandatory lockdown. Have you informed the other patients on the wing?"
"Yes. Well, sort of. I told them there was an outbreak in the ER, and we all have to stay put until help arrives."
"How many in this wing at the moment?"
"I have a single mother who's alone in her room."
"So it's only the four of us?"
"Yes."
Adam pushed the deadbolts up into the ceiling and glanced once more out the window before turning to Nurse Herrick.
"Can you deliver our baby?" he asked. "If the time comes and there's no doctor?"
"Yes." She wiped her eyes, crying again. "I'm sorry." Her hands had begun to
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