PRESENT TENSE
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Friday, July 18, 2003
Helga pulled her pillow over her head as
Jack’s alarm went off. When it hadn’t been shut off after a moment, she banged
on the wall.
"Jack! Turn off your alarm!"
The alarm kept beeping. Grumbling, Helga got
out of bed and went to Jack’s door, knocking. "Jack? Are you in
there?"
She opened the door slowly, peeking inside.
No one was there. She hurried over and shut off the alarm, and then realized
that another alarm was also going off, this one in Rose’s room.
After turning off the second alarm, she went
looking for her roommates. "Jack? Rose? Where are you?"
She finally found them. They were snuggled
together on the couch in the living room, sound asleep. Helga shook them.
"Jack! Rose! It’s 4:30. You need to wake
up."
Jack opened his eyes blearily and looked at
her, then closed them again. Helga shook the two again. This time, Rose sat up,
rubbing her eyes.
"What?" she asked, grouchy at
having her sleep disturbed.
"It’s 4:30. I shut off your
alarms."
"Oh. Thank you." She shook Jack.
"Jack, wake up. We need to get ready to go."
"I am ready," Jack told her, trying
to fall back asleep. Rose got up, disturbing him.
"You need to get a shower and put some
clean clothes on. You’ve been wearing those since yesterday."
"Leave me alone, Rose."
"No, get up. We have to leave in twenty
minutes."
He finally sat up, putting one hand on his
aching head. "I’m not so sure I want to do this."
"Get cleaned up?"
"No, the surgery. Maybe I should just
stay home."
"You’ll probably live longer if you have
it done. Come on, get up."
"Oh, all right." He stumbled in the
direction of his room.
Rose looked at Helga, her worry evident. The
envelope that Jack had given her a few hours earlier was lying beside her on
the couch.
Helga tried to soothe her. "Memorial
Hospital’s neurosurgeon, Dr. Patel, is one of the top surgeons in California. Jack’s
in good hands."
"I know, but still...it is dangerous
surgery, and he’s in such poor health..."
"And he’ll probably die if he doesn’t
have it done, but he has a better chance of living if he goes through with
it."
"Jack asked me to make the decision on
what to do if something goes seriously wrong." Rose showed Helga the
envelope.
"I hope that nothing does, but...you’re
probably the best person to make such decisions for him. Certainly, you’re much
more trustworthy than his uncle in Wisconsin."
"I’ve heard that he and Jack don’t get
along."
"Jack’s uncle, William Dawson,
is...something else. He absolutely detests Jack, because Jack spent time in
juvenile hall. According to him, once a person messes up, they’re worthless
scum, incapable of being any good, and the world would be better off without
them. A forgiving person he isn’t."
Rose shook her head, walking down the hall
with Helga to her room. She pulled out some clothes and dressed quickly.
"No wonder Jack wanted the decision to be in my hands. I wouldn’t trust
his uncle any farther than I could throw him."
"Jack’s cousin, Emmaline, is okay. She
and Jack exchange e-mail and art news. They’re both big on art, a fact that
William Dawson also detests."
"He doesn’t sound like a very happy
person. Have you met him?"
"I talked to him on the phone once, when
Jack first moved here last summer. He wasn’t very pleasant."
"What was he calling about?"
"He was trying to warn us about what a
horrible person his nephew is. Since I’d already known Jack for the better part
of a year, I didn’t listen. He’s a thoroughly unpleasant person."
"Sounds like it."
A knock came on the door as Rose was
finishing dressing. "Rose? Are you ready to go? It’s past five."
Jack’s voice came from outside the door.
"I’ll be ready in a minute," she
called, running a brush through her hair. A moment later, she came out of her
room, Helga following her.
Jack had showered quickly and put on some
clean clothes. His hair was still damp, his clothes hanging off his thin frame.
He nodded to Helga and followed Rose down to the kitchen.
Tommy was there, fixing a pot of coffee. He
wasn’t usually up this early, but he wanted to wish his roommate and friend
good luck.
As Rose dug in her purse for her car keys,
Helga put a hand on Jack’s shoulder. "Good luck, Jack," she told him
quietly.
Tommy walked over from the other side of the
kitchen. "Yeah, good luck," he said. "I hope everything goes
well."
Jack hesitated for a moment, then hugged each
of his friends, looking around the room, wondering if he would ever be back.
"Come on," Rose told him. "We
need to get going." She held the door for him as they made their way out
into the front yard and quickly crossed the street to Rose’s car.
They were quiet on the way to the hospital,
each lost in their own thoughts. Rose played the radio quietly, trying not to
worry. Jack watched the road go by, trying to memorize every detail of the
world he saw, in case it was the last time.
They arrived at Memorial Hospital at 5:55,
just a few minutes early. Before they left the car, Rose reached over and
squeezed Jack’s hand reassuringly. She could feel his hand shaking slightly
from nervousness, so she walked beside him to the door, her arm interlocked
with his.
When they arrived in the waiting room, Jack
went to sign in while Rose sat down and waited for him. They sat together for
about fifteen minutes, holding hands. No one paid much notice to them; worried
friends, relatives, and patients were common here.
When a nurse came out and called for Jack, he
stood, then stopped, hesitating. Rose stood beside him.
"Come on, Jack," she whispered.
"You have to do this. You know that."
He shook his head. "I don’t think I can
go through with it."
"You can." She hugged him, feeling
him shaking. He was absolutely terrified. "It’s going to be all
right," she told him. "I know it will."
He slowly stepped away from her. "I love
you, Rose," he told her softly, before turning and disappearing through
the door.
Rose waited for a while, knowing that she
would probably be allowed to see him once more before they took him in for
surgery.
A nurse finally called to her, allowing her
to come back and see him once more before the procedure. Rose went through the
door and found him lying on a stretcher, an IV already attached to his arm. He was
a great deal calmer than he had been earlier, and Rose surmised that they had
probably given him a shot of Valium to calm him down.
"Rose," he greeted her.
"Hey, Jack. How are you feeling?"
He shrugged. "A little better. I think they
gave me some kind of tranquilizer."
"Valium, probably. That’s what’s usually
used, or so my grandmother says."
"They say it should take six to eight
hours. I’ll probably be done between one and three."
"I’m leaving work at two, so I should be
here when you wake up, or shortly thereafter." She reached for his hand,
squeezing it gently and giving him a quick kiss. "I love you, Jack. I’ve
already talked to the people at the front desk. They’ll call me at work if
anything...happens."
"Thank you, Rose." He squeezed her
hand back. "I love you, Rose, and...I trust you."
Rose smiled at him. "I know you
do."
"Don’t forget...what you promised."
"I won’t forget." She let go of his
hand. "I’ll see you later, Jack. I have to go back to Masline now and go
to work." She patted his hand one more time and turned to leave, looking
back once. Jack waved to her and she hurried away, heading back to Masline.
*****
Rose was a nervous wreck that day. In
contrast to her usual calm, gentle tone, she snapped at difficult clients and
jumped every time the phone rang, fearing that it was the hospital calling to
tell her that something had gone horribly wrong. She worked herself into an
even more nervous state until one of the therapists told her to calm down and
take a deep breath and her supervisor sent her to work in the chart room
because she was making the clients nervous.
Rose left work at two o’clock. She had
skipped lunch since she was leaving early, but she didn’t really have much of
an appetite anyway. As usual, her emotions got in the way of her appetite.
As Rose drove down the freeway to Southland,
she continued to worry. No one had called to say that anything had gone wrong,
but what if they had forgotten her request, or ignored it? What if something
had happened after she left work? A thousand worries flew through her mind. When
she reached Memorial Hospital, she almost leaped from her car.
Forcing herself to appear calm, Rose walked
into the waiting room and inquired after Jack. The nurse told her that he was
out of surgery now and should wake up shortly. She gave Rose his room number,
and Rose hurried to the elevator.
While she walked down the hall, searching for
Jack’s room, she prayed that everything had gone well. Jack had been through so
much already; it just didn’t seem right that anything else should go wrong. But
things didn’t always go the way that people wanted.
She found the room that he was in and went
inside. Jack was in the bed closest to the door, still asleep. She sat down
beside him and took his hand, hoping that he would wake up soon. She remembered
the terrible days following the earthquake, when Jack had lain in a coma for
three days and she had feared that he would never wake up. She stroked his hand
gently, waiting.
After about ten minutes, Jack stirred, his
hand moving in hers. Rose sat forward, waiting. A moment later, he opened his
eyes.
"Jack?" Rose spoke softly.
"How are you doing?"
He looked at her strangely, then moved his
free hand to rub his eyes. After a moment, he looked at her again.
"I didn’t think there were two of
you," he said quietly.
Rose was confused for a minute, but then
remembered that general anesthesia could sometimes cause double vision. Her
grandfather had experienced the same thing when he’d had surgery for cancer.
"Rose?" Jack asked. "Is it
over?"
"Yes," Rose told him, smiling.
"It’s over, and you’re still alive. How do you feel?"
He considered the question for a minute, his
hand moving to touch his head. Gingerly, he felt the bandage on the back of his
head, then commented, "I still have hair."
"Yes. They only shaved the back of your
head. But how are you feeling?"
He looked at her. "Better," he
said. "It doesn’t hurt anymore."
"That’s wonderful," Rose told him,
smiling. Maybe this time things would be better.
Dr. Patel came in to examine his patient. He
checked him over, and then nodded approvingly. "So far, so good," he
told them. "It will still be a couple of weeks before we know for sure how
well things went," he cautioned. "There may still be some problems."
But as Jack looked up at her and gave her the
first real smile that she had seen in weeks, Rose knew that, this time,
everything was going to be all right.