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THE INFIRMARY, WITH ITS THREE HOSPITAL BEDS, WAS, FOR REASONS Hallie could not imagine, halfway down the corridor from Doc’s office. Another human factors decision, perhaps—to ensure that medical officers got enough exercise shuttling back and forth.
“Graeter stopped by and told me what you did,” Bacon said. She reached out the hand that was not in a cast, and Hallie took it.
“You’d have done the same for me.”
“Tried like hell, anyway.”
“Well, ya look like ya coulda been a contendah,” Hallie said.
“I goddamned well feel like it.” The accident had left Rockie with a concussion, a fractured left wrist, a broken nose, a cracked rib, and a gash across her forehead that Doc had used five stitches to close. Both eyes were black and puffy. “I was lucky. If the Cat had flipped and fallen on me, I’d be a stain in the snow.” Bacon sipped water and set the glass back on her bedside table. “So you really climbed down into the crevasse using hammers?”
“I got lucky, too. The wall wasn’t dead vertical.”
“Amazing.”
“Do you feel up to talking just a little?”
“Sure. But Doc gave me a shot. I might doze off right in your face.”
“What happened out there?”
“Wish I knew. I was heading out for the grade. I got a nosebleed and everything started to spin.”
“That must have been scary.”
“If I’d had time to think about it. Next thing I remember, waking up here.”
“I know you’d been sick. That sick?”
“I didn’t think so, or I wouldn’t have been on the Cat.”
“When did it start?”
“My Pole cold, six months ago. This new thing, last week.”
“Anything else?”
“Some Polarrhea. Comes and goes. So to speak.”
“You saw Doc yesterday morning?”
“Getting to be a regular customer.”
“Really? Why?”
“I went in last week.”
“What was wrong?”
“Nothing with me. He needed to update my Pole medical file.”
“Do you remember what he did?”
“The usual. Weight, blood pressure, blood and urine samples, throat swab.”
“How soon after that did you get sick?” Hallie asked.
“Hadn’t thought about it. Couple days later. Maybe the next day.” She shrugged. “All the people going to that office … not surprising.”
“This may sound strange, but can you think of anyone who might have wanted to hurt you?”
Hallie had expected surprise, but Bacon just nodded. “Sure. Couple of Draggers I blew off at parties. A few Beakerholes who think they know more about Cat work than I do. Oh, and one rebuffed lezzie.”
“Mad enough to sabotage your machine?”
“Cat was fine. It was me. I just passed out.”
“You said you knew Emily Durant.”
“Liked her, too. She didn’t have her head up her ass, like some Beakers.” Bacon stopped. “Present company excepted. But the last month or so …”
“What happened?”
“She stopped talking, never smiled, got Pole eyes—just staring off at nothing all the time. Used to be, she’d say hi when we met and talk. Then it was like she looked right through me.”
The same thing Merritt had told her. “Why do you think that happened?”
“Too much ice time. Look, I know where you’re going with this. I was surprised as hell when I heard she OD’d. She never struck me as the drugging type. Down here, you get so you can spot the weird ones. Boozers, gamblers, sex addicts, S&M freaks.”
“How would you spot them?”
“They walk funny. And wince every time they sit. All that paddling and whipping.”
“Ah. I knew Emily Durant well. And I cannot believe she was into drugs.”
“How long since you’d seen her?”
“Several years.”
“A good while. And she’d been at Pole a year,” Bacon said.
“Merritt told me that, too. But still …”
Hallie looked around. It was like any hospital room back in the world, except smaller, dimmer, and colder. Adjustable bed, rollaway tray, one chair, a bathroom, wall cabinets. Even a television monitor hanging from the ceiling.
“Can you think of anyone down here who would have wanted to hurt Emily?”
“No. But there are a lot of Polies I don’t know. Why?”
How far to go with Bacon? Ease into it. “If you don’t buy the overdose story, which I don’t, then what’s left?”
It took a second, but Bacon understood. “Jesus. That is some heavy shit, Hallie.”
“Do you know anything about Vishnu?”
“From World Religion 101. Some Hindu god, right?”
“Right. But connected to the station?”
“You lost me.”
“Emily and Fida had identified an extremophile. Vishnu was what they called it.”
“A what?” Bacon asked.
“Sorry. An organism that survives in extreme environments. Like subfreezing, supersalty water.”
“Oh. And what’s special about this one?”
“They thought it might save the earth.”
Bacon laughed, winced, touched her ribs. “Yeah, right.” Then, watching Hallie: “Wait. You mean, really?”
Hallie gave a quick explanation.
“So you think somebody might have killed her over that stuff?”
Hallie told Bacon about the link between NASI and GENERCO.
Bacon shook her head, wide-eyed. “Do you think things like that really happen?”
“I know they do,” Hallie said.
“Graeter killing Emily.” Bacon rubbed the cast on her wrist, shook her head. “The man can be a world-class a*shole. But murder? I don’t know. He’s more like … wounded. Lot of scar tissue over that man’s heart.”
“You may be right. What about triage?”
“What about it?”
“Do you know anything about it down here?”
“It’s probably part of disaster planning. Why?”
She explained what she had seen in the video log.
“You think that guy might have killed her?”
Bacon’s voice trailed off. Hallie heard a soft buzzing in her ears, and the room slowly faded.
Bacon’s laugh brought her back. “Hey. I’m the one who got the shot. You took a little trip.”
“Did I?”
“Classic microsleep. See it all the time here.”
Hallie rubbed her face. It had happened before. One second she was there in the room, talking, and then she was gone, and then something snapped her back awake. “I’m sorry, really. Don’t mean to be rude. I just—”
“No worries. We’ve all been there.”
Come at this from a different direction. “Can you think of anyone at Pole who could be a killer?” she asked.
Bacon didn’t frown, look shocked, or even surprised. She nodded. “Sure. That’s easy. Let’s see. I’d start with that a*shole Brank. Then there is—”
Bacon stopped talking and stared at Hallie. One arm went to her throat. She frowned, coughed, tried to speak. Her face began to swell. A rash erupted, bright red, as if someone had slapped her, hard. Her wrists puffed up, and the rash appeared there, too. The facial swelling grew worse. Bacon’s head was thrown back, mouth open, and her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe.
Hallie grabbed the receiver off the wall-mounted phone, hit 0, and, the instant the comm operator answered, yelled, “Emergency in the infirmary. Rockie Bacon is choking. I need help NOW!”
Bacon began to convulse, her body’s response to a lack of oxygen and a buildup of carbon dioxide. Her lips and fingertips turned cyanotic blue, and her face had swollen so badly that Hallie could barely see her eyes. Foam bubbled at the corners of her mouth. She fell back against the pillow, her chest heaving against a closed airway.
Hallie looked around for something she could use to perform an emergency tracheotomy, but there was nothing in the room. The door burst open and Doc rushed in.
“What happened?”
“She can’t breathe. Can you do a trach?”
He stood there staring, not speaking, frozen. Hallie had never seen an albino flush. His face turned red, pinched in on itself, and Hallie thought he was going to cry.
“Doctor!” she snapped. “We need—” Bacon’s body stopped convulsing, went limp. “Get me a kit. I’ll open her airway.” She smacked his shoulder.
That brought him back. He ran out and returned in thirty seconds with gloves, a scalpel, a hemostat, an endotracheal tube, and an ambu bag. He jumped onto the bed, straddled Bacon, bent her head back, made a vertical incision just beneath the thyroid cartilage, rotated the scalpel 360 degrees to create a circular opening, used the hemostat to control the trachea, and pushed the endo tube through. He rotated it to secure the tube’s flanges inside the trachea, attached the ambu bag, and started pressing it to inflate Bacon’s lungs.
Under normal circumstances, the bag should have compressed with very little force. Doc squeezed, squeezed harder, and then with so much force that his face reddened again.
“Nothing’s going through!” he said. Holding the bag in his left hand, he started punching it with his right fist.
Hallie touched his arm. “The swelling must have closed her trachea all the way down.”
“Shit,” the doctor said. “God damn it to hell.” He let go of the bag, struggled down off the bed, and buried his face in his hands. Hallie realized that he was crying. Rockie was not coming back. She pulled the sheet up, covering Bacon’s grotesquely swollen face, and helped Doc sit in the room’s one chair. She had never seen a physician go to pieces like that.
“I can’t take any more of these,” he sobbed. “I took an oath, goddamnit.”
Agnes Merritt came into the room just at that moment.
“Rockie’s dead,” Hallie said. “Some kind of allergic reaction. She asphyxiated.”
But Merritt was staring at the doctor, who was still crying. “What happened to him?” she asked Hallie.
“I think he needs some rest.”
“Did he say anything?”
“What?” The question Hallie would have expected was what Doc had done. Why would Merritt care what he’d said?
“Did he tell you anything?”
“Just that he couldn’t take any more of these. I think it’s safe to assume he meant people dying.”
Merritt actually appeared relieved. “Come on, Doc, let’s go back to your office.” Merritt was stronger than she looked. She lifted him bodily from his chair and guided him out to the hall. To Hallie she said, “Graeter’s been notified. He should be here any minute.”
After Merritt left, Hallie realized that the chief scientist had not even glanced at Rockie’s body.
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