M McDonald - March Into Hell

Lily had dropped off his clothes last night and had stayed to chat a few minutes. Mark just wished the conversation hadn’t been so stilted. Lily had called this morning and told him that more reporters than ever were gathered outside the studio, and that she was going to stay there to keep things under control. She said that the police wanted to know when he was discharged so they could escort him home. Mark wasn't thrilled with the thought of a police escort, but it beat trying to fight past the crowds. After making sure he had what he needed, Lily said she'd call the police and alert them that Mark had been released. He made a mental note to do something special for her when this was all over. She handled all the details and had gone beyond what a mere business partner would do.

Mark figured Dan would be the one to pick him up, since he was handling the case. He just hoped their conversation would be back to the normal stuff. To that end, he flipped on the television, intending to watch the sports scores. Baseball season was just about to begin and he wanted to arm himself with some of the latest opinions on how the Chicago teams stacked up this year. Dan was a huge baseball fan and even though he was a Sox fan, Mark tried not to hold that against him-at least, not too much.

The morning news was on, but it was all the national stories. While waiting for the local news, he slipped his shoes on. The light bandages around his feet felt constricting within the shoes. Tying the sneakers was out of the question, so he put his call light on and asked for some help when someone got a chance. It was embarrassing to have to ask, but it was just one more indignity and relatively minor so he just smiled and thanked the aide when she quickly tied the shoes for him.

Mark couldn’t wait to get out of the hospital. He was tired of being cooped up in the same room for days on end with nothing to do but sleep. Sighing, he sat back in the chair and looked at the television. Still national stuff. He reached over and clicked it off. He would just have to wing it with Dan. In fact, that would give him something to ask the detective to help get the conversation off to a safe topic.

There came a soft knock on the open door. “Mark?”

Mark glanced over in surprise. He knew that voice and it definitely wasn’t Dan's. “Jessie?” His heart thumped against his ribs. He hadn’t seen her since he’d had his little breakdown. He felt his cheeks grow warm. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“I guess you’re getting sprung?” She approached Mark, her eyes roving the room. “I see you must have sent some of the stuff home already?” She nodded towards the empty windowsill.

Mark nodded. “Yeah. Lily took some of it last night. The other stuff I gave to the nurses to do with what they wanted.” He scratched his head. “How’d you know I was going home? The doc only left about thirty minutes ago.”

"News travels fast."

"Did Lily tell you? She's the only one I told so far."

"Sounds like Lily has been helping you quite a bit. I didn't realize you two were so close."

She hadn't looked at him while she spoke and he had to direct his reply to her back as she focused on something outside.

"She's been there for me. I owe her big time."

"I guess that's what friends are for." She faced him, a big smile plastered on her face.

Mark wondered at the emphasis on the word 'friend'. Was she implying that there was more between him and Lily? What difference would it make to her?

Jim strode through the doorway. “This is not going to be easy.” He passed right by Mark and parted the blinds, peering through.

“Hi, Jim.” Mark was a bit confused by his abrupt appearance and his declaration. He stood, noticing that his feet felt a little better with the shoes on. Maybe it was the extra support. He took a couple of steps towards Jim. “What’re you looking at?” Sticking his fingers between two slats, he took a quick peek and his stomach churned. The crowd, only a few dozen before, had swelled to close to a hundred, and more people milled around on the sidewalk opposite the hospital.

“I’m just wondering how we’re going to get you out of here past the crowd and the press.” He grimaced and glanced at Mark. “Some idiot leaked that you're being discharged today and now it’s a madhouse out there.”

Mark stepped back and sank down onto the chair. Acid burned the back of his throat and he thought he might vomit.

“Make some room, people!” Jim shouldered his way through the throng and brought his radio to his mouth, thumbing the talk button. “We need some more security out here!”

It had taken some heavy convincing, but he had finally talked Taylor into holding a short press conference. Sometimes the easiest way to end a story was to simply talk with the reporters and take the mystery out of what had happened.

Jim just hoped Mark would make it through the conference without passing out. When the guy had seen the horde, he had turned white as a sheet.

Due to lack of space, a makeshift press area had been set up in the circle drive in front of the hospital. Traffic had been blocked off and a podium pulled from a meeting room and set up just in front of the doors facing the reporters.

He hated that Taylor would be a sitting duck, and he knew Jessica wouldn't be happy with the plan, but this was Jim's show. The money laundering and crossing state lines, not to mention fleeing the country and then returning, had turned this into an FBI case.

He ordered uniformed officers to check the identification of every member of the press, but there wasn’t much he could do about the crowd gathering behind the reporters. It was a hospital, after all, and some people had legitimate reasons for being there. Kern was at large and although Jim didn’t think the bastard would be able to do anything on such short notice; it still made him nervous.

He took a final look around, making sure everything was in place. Some technicians were testing the microphones and some suits from the hospital stood several feet behind the podium. Jim rolled his eyes. He hated that they were using this to get publicity for the hospital.

He checked that everyone was in place. Getting an affirmative from the officers, he took a deep breath. It was show time.

Mark stood just inside the doors and eyed the crowd with dread. He tilted his head and gulped water from the bottle someone had handed him. His mouth was still dry and he licked his lips. Why had he agreed to this? He just hoped that Jim had emphasized the ‘short’ part in the term ‘short press conference.’

First some hospital administration were going to speak, then Jim, and then he would be last. Mark had no idea what to say to them, but Jim had told him to just answer only those questions that he wanted and to keep the replies brief. That wouldn’t be a problem.

He felt jumpy and nervous and wished he could expend some pent up energy. Pacing was his normal outlet, but his feet were too sore and there wasn’t much room in here anyway. His knee twitched as his usual impulses were denied. Glancing around, he was relieved to see Jim speaking to some hospital security just a few feet away. The lobby was crowded, and he spotted a couple of nurses who had cared for him. They waved and smiled. He wasn’t sure if the grimace he returned would pass for a smile, but it was the best he could offer.

There was a squeal of feedback from the microphone as the hospital president took the podium. Mark winced and returned his focus to the crowd. Behind the reporters, onlookers spread out in an arc and overflowed into the street. He could hear some calling his name randomly, as though he would be able to pick them out of the crowd.