The Host Chapter 44: Healed

WandaWe dont make up time. Id do it myself, but I cant come in the angle right. Theres no other way.I dont think I can do it.For Jamie, even? I pushed the good array of my face as hard as I could against the matterrest of the passenger seat and closed my look.J ared was attribute the rough fist-sized st star Id found. Hed been weighing it in his hand for five minutes.You solely comport to get the prime(prenominal) a couple of(prenominal) layers of skin off. Just hide the scar, thats solely. Cmon, Jared, we have to hurry. JamieTell him I say to do it now. And perk up it a good one.Mel says do it now. And make sure you do it hard decorous. Get it all the prototypical time.Silence.Do it, JaredHe took a deep breath, a gasp. I felt the air ply and squeezed my eyes tighter.It made a squishing sound and a thud-that was the first thing I noticed-and then the impingement of the bumble wore off, and I felt it, too.Ungh, I groaned. I hadnt meant to make any sound. I knew that would make it worse for him. unless so much was involuntary with this body. Tears sprang up in my eyes, and I coughed to hide a sob. My head rang, vibrated in aftershock.Wanda? Mel? Im sorryHis arms wrapped round us, pulled us into his chest.S okay, I whimpered. Were okay. Did you get it all?His hand touched my chin, turned my head.Ahh, he gasped, sickened. I took half your face off. Im so sorry.No, thats good. Thats good. Lets go.Right. His voice was mollify weak, but he leaned me back into my seat, settling me care lavishy, and then the car rumbled beneath us.Ice-cold air blew in my face, shocking me, stinging my raw cheek. Id forgotten what air-conditioning felt like.I opened my eyes. We were driving low-spirited a smooth wash-smoother than it should have been, care broad(a)y altered to be this way. It snaked away from us, coiling around the brush. I couldnt cod very farthermost ahead.I pulled the visor tear down and flipped open the mirror. In the shadowy moonlight, my fa ce was blackamoor and white. Black all across the right side, oozing down my chin, dripping across my neck, and seeping into the soupcon of my new, clean shirt.My stomach heaved.Good job, I whispered.How much pain are you in?Not much, I prevaricationd. Anyway, it wont hurt much persistenter. How far are we from Tucson?Just then, we reached pavement. Funny how the sight of it made my heart step on it in panic. Jared s tallnessped, keeping the car hidden in the brush. He got proscribed and removed the tarps and chains from the bumper, lay them in the trunk. He got back in and eased the car forward, checking carefully to make sure the track was empty. He reached for the headlights.Wait, I whispered. I couldnt speak louder. I felt so exposed here. Let me drive.He looked at me.It cant look like I walked to the hospital like this. Too many questions. I have to drive. You hide in the back and tell me where to go. Is there several(prenominal)thing you can hide under? very well, he state slowly. He put the car into reverse and pulled it back into the deeper brush. Okay. Ill hide. But if you take us somewhere I dont tell you to goOh Melanie was stung by his doubt, as was I.My voice was flat. Shoot me.He didnt answer. He got out, loss the engine running. I slid across the cup holders into his seat. I comprehend the trunk slam.Jared climbed into the backseat, a thick plaid blanket under his arm.Turn right at the road, he said.The car was an automatic, but it had been a long time and I was unsure behind the wheel. I moved ahead carefully, pleased to find that I remembered how to drive. The highway was still empty. I pulled out onto the road, my heart reacting to the open space again.Lights, Jared said. His voice came from low on the bench.I searched till I found the switch, then flicked them on. They seemed horribly bright.We werent far from Tucson -I could see a chicken glow of color against the sky. The lights of the city ahead.You could drive a little disso luteer.Im right at the limit, I protested.He pa phthisisd for a second. Souls dont speed?I laughed. The sound was only a tad hysterical. We obey all laws, business laws included.The lights became much(prenominal) than a glow-they turned into individual points of brightness. Green signs informed me of my exit options. Take Ina Road.I followed his instructions. He kept his voice low, though, enclosed as we were, we could both have shouted.It was hard to be in this unacquainted with(predicate) city. To see houses and apartments and stores with signs lit up. To know I was surrounded, outnumbered. I imagined what it must timber like for Jared. His voice was signally calm. But hed done this before, many times.Other cars were on the road now. When their lights washed my windshield, I cringed in terror.Dont pickpocket apart now, Wanda. You have to be strong for Jamie. This wont work if you cant do that.I can. I can do it.I concentrated on Jamie, and my hands were steadier on the whe el.Jared directed me through the mostly sleeping city. The better facility was just a small place. It must have been a medical building once-doctors offices, rather than an actual hospital. The lights were bright through most of the windows, through the glass front. I could see a fair sex behind a greeting desk. She didnt look up at my headlights. I drove to the darkest corner of the park lot.I slid my arms through the straps of the backpack. It wasnt new, but it was in good shape. Perfect. There was just one more thing to do.Quick, give me the knife.Wanda I know you love Jamie, but I really dont think you could use it. Youre not a fighter.Not for them, Jared. I indispensableness a affront.He gasped. You have a wound. Thats enoughI need one like Jamies. I dont know enough just about Healing. I have to see exactly what to do. I would have done it before, but I wasnt sure Id be suit satisfactory to drive.No. Not again.Give it to me now. Someone will notice if I dont go inside s oon.Jared theme it through quickly. He was the best, as Jeb had said, because he could see what had to be done and do it fast. I heard the steely sound of the knife coming out of the sheath.Be very careful. Not too deep.You involve to do it?He inhaled sapientlyly. No.Okay.I took the ugly knife. It had a heavy manage and was very sharp it came to a tapered point at the tip.I didnt let myself think about it. I didnt motive to give myself a chance to be a coward. The arm, not the leg-thats all I paused to decide. My knees were scarred. I didnt necessity to have to hide that, too.I held my left arm out my hand was shaking. I braced it against the opening and then twisted my head so that I could bite down on the headrest. I held the knifes handle awkwardly but tightly in my right hand. I pressed the point against the skin of my arm so I wouldnt miss. Then I closed my eyes.Jared was breathing too hard. I had to be fast or he would stop me.Just pretend its a shovel opening the grou nd, I told myself.I jammed the knife into my arm.The headrest muffled my scream, but it was still too loud. The knife fell from my hand-jerking disgustingly out from the muscle-and then clunked against the floor.Wanda Jared rasped.I couldnt answer yet. I well-tried to choke back the other screams I felt coming. Id been right not to do this before driving.Let me seeStay there, I gasped. Dont move.I heard the blanket rustling behind me despite my warning. I pulled my left arm against my body and yanked the doorsill open with my right hand. Jareds hand brushed my back as I half fell out the door. It wasnt a restraint. It was comfort.Ill be right back, I coughed out, and then I kicked the door shut behind me.I stumbled across the lot, fighting nausea and panic. They seemed to balance each other out-one keeping the other from taking nurse of my body. The pain wasnt too bad-or rather, I couldnt feel it as much anymore. I was going into shock. Too many kinds of pain, too close together . Hot liquid rolled down my fingers and dripped to the pavement. I wondered if I could move those fingers. I was afraid to try.The woman behind the reception desk-middle-aged, with dark chocolate skin and a few cash th pronounces in her black hair-jumped to her feet when I lurched through the automatic doors.Oh, no Oh, dear She grabbed a microphone, and her contiguous words echoed from the ceiling, magnified. healer Knits I need you in reception This is an emergencyNo. I tried to speak calmly, but I swayed in place. Im okay. Just an accident.She put the microphone down and hurried around to where I stood swaying. Her arm went around my waist.Oh, honey, what happened to you?So careless, I muttered. I was hiking I fell down the rocks. I was cleaning up after dinner. A knife was in my handMy hesitations seemed like part of the shock to her. She didnt look at me with suspicion-or humor, the way Ian sometimes did when I lied. Only concern.You poor dear Whats your hear? rubbish Spires , I told her, using the rather generic name of a herd member from my time with the Bears.Okay, spyglass Spires. Here comes the therapist. Youll be fine in just a moment.I didnt feel panicked at all anymore. The kindly woman patted my back. So gentle, so caring. She would never harm me.The Healer was a youngish woman. Her hair, skin, and eyes were all a similar shade of light brown. It made her unusual looking-monochromatic. She wore tan nightgown that only added to that impression.Wow, she said. Im Healer Knits Fire. Ill get you fixed up directly. What happened?I told my story again as the cardinal women led me down a hallway and then through the very first door. They had me lie down on the stem-covered bed.The room was familiar. Id been in only one place like this, but Melanies childhood was full of such memories. The short row of double cabinets, the sink where the Healer was washing her hands, the bright, clean white walls source things first, Knits Fire said cheerfully. She pulled a cabinet open. I tried to focus my eyes, knowing this was important. The cabinet was full of rows and rows of agglomerateed white cylinders. She took one down, reaching for it without searching she knew what she wanted. The small container had a label, but I couldnt read it. A little no pain should help, dont you think?I saw the label again as she twisted the lid off. Two short words. No Pain? Was that what it said?Open your mouth, Glass Spires.I obeyed. She took a small, thin square-it looked like tissue paper-and laid it on my tongue. It dissolved at once. There was no flavor. I swallowed automatically.Better? the Healer asked.And it was. Already. My my head was clear-I could concentrate without difficulty. The pain had melted away with the piddling square. Disappeared. I blinked, shocked.Yes.I know you feel fine now, but please dont move. Your injuries are not treated yet.Of course.Cerulean, could you get us some water system? Her mouth seems dry.At once, Healer Knits. The older woman left the room.The Healer turned back to her cabinets, opening a different one this time. This, too, was filled with white containers. Here we are. She pulled one from the top of a stack, then took another(prenominal) from the other side.Almost as if she were trying to help me finish my mission, she listed the names as she reached for them.Clean-inside and out Heal Seal And where is ah, Smooth. Dont want a scar on that beautiful face, do we?Ah no.Dont worry. Youll be perfect again.Thank you.Youre very welcome.She leaned over me with another white cylinder. The top of this one came off with a pop, and there was an aerosol spray nozzle underneath. She sprayed my forearm first, coating the wound with clear, odorless corrupt.Healing must be a fulfilling profession. My voice sounded just right. Interested, but not unduly so. I havent been in a Healing facility since insertion. This is very interesting.Yes, I like it. She started spraying my face.What are you doing now?S he smiled. I guessed that I was not the first curious soul. This is Clean. It will make sure cryptograph foreign stays in the wound. It kills off any of the microbes that might infect the wound.Clean, I repeated to myself.And the indoors Clean, just in case anything has snuck into your system. Inhale this, please.She had a different white cylinder in her hand, a thinner bottle with a pump rather than an aerosol top. She puffed a cloud of mist into the air above my face. I sucked in a breath. The mist tasted like mint.And this is Heal, Knits Fire continued, twisting the detonating device off the next canister, revealing a small pouring spout. It encourages your tissues to rejoin, to grow the way they should.She dribbled a tiny bit of the clear liquid into the wide cut on my arm, then she pushed the edges of the wound together. I could feel her touch, but there was no pain.Ill seal this up before I move on. She opened another container, this one a pliable tube, and then squeezed out a line of thick, clear jelly onto her finger. deal glue, she told me. It holds everything together and lets the Heal do its job. She wiped it over my arm in one swift pass. Okay, you can move that now. Your arm is fine.I held it up to look. A faint pink line was visible under the shining gel. The blood was still wet on my arm, but there was no source anymore. As I watched, the Healer cleaned my skin with one quick pass of a damp towel.Turn your face this way, please. Hmm, you must have hit those rocks just exactly wrong. What a mess.Yes. It was a bad fall.Well, thank goodness you were able to drive yourself here.She was lightly dripping Heal onto my cheek, smearing it with the tips of her fingers. Ah, I love to watch it work. Looks much better already. Okay around the edges. She smiled to herself. Maybe one more coat. I want this to be erased. She worked for a minute longer. in truth nice.Heres some water, the older woman said as she came through the door.Thank you, Cerulean.Let me know if you need anything more. Ill be up front.Thanks.Cerulean left. I wondered if she was from the Flower Planet. Blue flowers were rare-one might take a name from that.You can sit now. How do you feel?I pulled myself up. Perfect. It was true. I hadnt felt so healthy in a long time. The sharp shift from pain to ease made the sensation more powerful.Thats just how it should be. Okay, lets dust on a little Smooth.She twisted the last cylinders top and shook an iridescent pulverise into her hand. She patted it into my cheek, then patted another handful onto my arm.Youll always have a small line on your arm, she said apologetically. Like your neck. A deep wound She shrugged. Absentmindedly, she brushed the hair back from my neck and examined the scar. This was nicely done. Who was your Healer?Um Faces Sunward, I said, pulling the name from one of my old students. I was in Eureka, Montana. I didnt like the cold. I moved south.So many lies. I felt a twist of anxiety in my stomach.I started out in Maine, she said, not noticing anything amiss in my voice. As she spoke, she cleaned the blood from my neck. It was too cold for me, too. Whats your occupational group?Um I serve food. In a Mexican restaurant in Phoenix. I like gamey food.Me, too. She wasnt looking at me funny. She was wiping my cheek now.Very nice. No worries, Glass Spires. Your face looks great.Thank you, Healer.Of course. Would you like some water?Yes, please. I kept a grip on myself. It wouldnt do to bolt the glass down the way I wanted to. I wasnt able to stop myself from finishing it all, though. It tasted too good.Would you like more?I yes, that would be nice. Thank you.Ill be right back.The second she was out the door, I slid off the mattress. The paper crackled, freezing me in place. She didnt dart back in. I had only seconds. It had taken Cerulean a few minutes to get the water. Maybe it would take the Healer just as long. Maybe the cool, pure water was far away from this room. Maybe.I rippe d the pack off my shoulders and wrenched the drawstrings open. I started with the second cabinet. There was the stacked mainstay of Heal. I grabbed the whole column and let it clatter quietly into the bottom of my pack.What would I say if she caught me? What lie could I tell?I took the two kinds of Clean next, from the first cabinet. There was a second stack behind the first of each, and I took half of those, too. Then the No Pain, both stacks of that. I was about to turn back for the Seal, when the label of the next row of cylinders caught my attention.Cool. For fevers? There were no instructions, just the label. I took the stack. slide fastener here would hurt a human body. I was sure of that.I grabbed all the Seal and two cans of Smooth. I couldnt press my luck any further. I closed the cabinets quietly and threw my arms through the straps of the pack. I leaned against the mattress, making another crackle. I tried to look relaxed.She didnt come back.I checked the clock. It had been one minute. How far away was the water?Two minutes.Three minutes.Had my lies been as obvious to her as they were to me?Sweat started to dew up on my forehead. I wiped it away quickly.What if she brought back a Seeker?I thought of the small pill in my pocket, and my hands shook. I could do it, though. For Jamie.I heard quiet footsteps then, two sets, coming down the hall.