KLEMPNER
Expressions of concern crackle into laughter. Stanton’s voice booms... “Sounds like you’re feeling like yourself again, Mr Waterman.” … My skull vibrates.
“Will someone turn off that fucking bleeping racket.”
The medic Tuts. “There’s gratitude for you. The bleeping stays on, Mr Waterman, while we keep an eye on you. You should be dead. As it is, you’ll have another scar to add to that collection you already have.”
“A scar? What am I doing here?”
Stanton speaks. “Don’t you remember?”
I’m still foggy, but something emerges from the clouds… “He was ahead of me… The Surgeon… He ran into the traffic and I followed him.”
My head bangs and I press fingers to my forehead… “There was… a car… I think…”
Then the memory surfaces, sharp and bright. “Yes, a car. I didn’t have time to react. It hit me.”