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“It seems mostly unchanged. But as you know, the weave needs constant tending to remain strong. And in any case it was only sixty percent done. So I have to prescribe the blood pressure medications to lower your BP.”
“I had an allergic reaction,” Sadie said.
“There are other medications we can try. There’s a whole range of—”
“Whatever,” Sadie snapped. “I can read Google as well as you. I know that I already have excellent blood pressure, and that these meds won’t have much effect, and they’re really only there to make me feel like I’m doing something. I don’t need a placebo, Doctor.”
Dr. Chat sighed and looked at her from under disapproving eyebrows. “You have a responsibility now, you know.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“This company employs almost a thousand people in six countries.”
“Seven,” Sadie said. “Dad opened a lab in Singapore. That’s where he and Stone were headed.”
Dr. Chat sighed. “Is there anyone we can call to come be with you? Friends? Your grandmother?”
Sadie shot her a defiant look. “Not really, no. Not the kind of friends I want to see right now.”
So the doctor left, and Sadie was alone. It was a luxurious room. The bed might be hospital style, but there was a forty-two-inch plasma screen on the wall, sleek Jasper Morrison chairs, a pad, lovely orchids in crystal vases, soft lighting, a view through a floor-to-ceiling window of the McLure Industries main New Jersey campus. And through a side door was a marble bathroom that could have graced a suite at a Ritz-Carlton.
If you had to be sick, this was the place in which to do it.
Sadie felt her gaze drawn to the image of the tiny dead biots. The last little bits of her father.
She wondered why she didn’t cry more. She had cried, but in sniffles and single sobs. She had cried so long, so much for her mother. Maybe she was cried out. Maybe she had just accepted the fact that life was pain and loss.
Or maybe she was numb, waiting with calm acceptance for her own death. The last of the McLure family.
Sadie rolled out of bed. Not exactly an easy thing to do. A painful thing to do. Her arm was one long, dull ache punctuated by waves of stabbing, stabbing, stabbing that caught her breath in her throat.
The cast had been replaced with a lighter version that could hang from a shoulder strap.
The rest of her body was just one big bruise. She moved like an old woman as she
made her way to the toilet. She peed a little blood, but less than last time.
She hesitated at the shower. She wanted very badly to take a shower. But it would be easier to keep her cast dry in a bath. Nurses had given her a sponge bath, but really that wasn’t quite what she was looking for.
Wincing and moving with arthritic slowness, she turned on the water. There was of course a selection of Bulgari bath oils and beads. She spread the green-tea-scented salts in the water.
Getting out of the hospital gown—it was a very nice hospital gown, but still something for an invalid—took a while. Finally she stepped into the water. Then slipped and fell in all at once.
Unbelievable pain as her broken arm hit the side of the tub. The shock of hot, hot water on every square inch of her battered flesh.
But then, slowly, the heat seeped down into her muscles, found the bruises and began to leach the clotted blood from them, soothed the twitchy nerve endings, and lulled her mind to a state that wasn’t quite sleep but was close to it.
She heard a door open, but it seemed to come from far away. The voice, however, came from right next to the tub.
“Sorry to intrude.”
Sadie’s eyes widened to see a youngish man, maybe in his early twenties, but with a very serious mouth and emotionless brown eyes.
“What the hell?” Sadie cried. She jerked too suddenly, and her arm bounced and sent shrieking pain up from elbow to shoulder. “Damnit! Get out of here!”
“No,” he said. “Not yet. We need to have a conversation.”
“A what? I don’t know you. Get out before security gets here and I have them beat the crap out of you.”
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