David Bajo - Mercy 6

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, four people in four separate places within the same Los Angeles hospital all collapse and die at once. After a quick examination, Dr. Anna Mendenhall, the first ER doctor to care for the patients, orders the entrances and exits to be sealed, believing the cause is contagion. With her is Mullich, the architect responsible for re-designing the hospital, which he had modeled for precisely this scenario: containment.
Almost as soon as she makes the call, however, Mendenhall realizes it’s a mistake. As infectious disease specialists take over, she fears they will draw out the investigation—see what they want to see—and keep everyone locked in the hospital for an unnecessarily long time.
What actually occurs, however, is more complex and unnerving than Mendenhall expects, as sinister outside agencies begin to get involved and medical concerns cease to be the primary concern. The farther her investigation goes, the more she understands that the forces around her want her contained, not because of her exposure to the patients, but because of what she suspects.
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“But they are dead.” Mullich tugged his ear. “What does it matter? To you?”

“It means I have to do all four charts. Until someone else takes them. In this case, Pathology.”

“Maybe not for the one,” Mullich told her. He was looking toward the bay floor. “They’re pushing the one away. The nurse one.”

Mendenhall brought the schedule up on her screen and touched ID, Infectious Diseases. She hurried but tried to hide it by smoothly moving her hand, not bending her wrist, an old bedside trick. She felt Mullich watching.

“Now what are you doing?”

“I’m seeing who’s on for ID right now. If it’s one guy, we might get out of here. If it’s the wrong guy…” She saw that Thorpe was on for ID. She bolted from her perch and started weaving through bay personnel and equipment.

“The wrong guy?” asked Mullich, staying with her.

“But we still have a chance,” she replied. “Because they split away Peterson—the nurse one. Thorpe will go there first.”

“Where are we going?”

“To Pathology. The morgue.”

“Shouldn’t you go to Peterson?”

“Peterson is going to Thorpe.”

When they reached the steel elevators, Mendenhall jammed her express card into the slot. The doors opened immediately. Inside, she waved the card at Mullich. “Can you make one that turns back time? Or vaporizes things?”

“Things like what?”

“Like Thorpe.”

He flinched, crossed his arms, pulling his shoulders in.

“Sorry.” She apologized in order to get an explanation. She wasn’t sorry.

“It’s okay.” His accent bent and held the last syllable. “But I have worked on buildings where requests like that were not jokes.”

The elevator was silent, felt still. Mendenhall wondered if they were even moving.

“I love basements,” Mullich said, his breath still quickened from her pace. “The morgue is the only space in this hospital that makes sense.”

4.

Pathology felt quiet. They heard music coming from one end of the ward, something spare, a contemporary chamber piece.

Which meant Claiborne was on duty, which meant hope

for Mendenhall versus Thorpe. She quickened her steps toward the music, enjoying the emptiness, the distilled basement light, no nurses. They saw a lab tech in mask, gown, cap, and gloves cross the center foyer. The glass walls were dark except for one section. Mendenhall led Mullich to that door and reached for the handle.

“Shouldn’t we prep?” he asked her.

“Prep?”

“Like them.” He nodded to the tech and Claiborne, who stood in full surgical garb behind the glass, their hands held still and curled above the bodies.

Mendenhall opened the door. “Just wash your hands after. And try not to breathe.”

Claiborne pulled down his mask when they entered. “Dr. Mendenhall.” The blue mask bobbed under his chin. He ignored Mullich.

The three bodies were uncovered but still clothed. A violin, a cello, and a piano took turns playing the same phrase. The janitor’s name was Dozier, E.; the patient’s name was Fleming, L. and the visitor with the pretty eyes was Verdasco, R. Verdasco’s face was pretty, too. His hands, which lay straight along his sides, were delicate. He could be playing this music, thought Mendenhall. Any one of the instruments. Then she noticed something about Dozier.

His shoulders were in slightly concave position, a tiny beckon in his arms.

“You see posturing there?” She nodded toward Dozier.

Claiborne dipped his shoulders side to side, sizing up the body.

“That’s a stretch. They found him on his ladder. He was about to replace a fluorescent. I mean, the ladder could be the cause of the shape.”

“No,” she replied. “It’s posturing. Let’s get scans of his head and neck. Right away.”

Claiborne wagged his head. The tech looked at him. She was about to draw blood. Mendenhall had placed Claiborne in a moment, in a decision that might determine whether they all went home tonight or whether they had to spend a night in Castle Thorpe while his ID team ran blood work. If she could find trauma in Dozier, they might be free. Claiborne eyed her. They sometimes saw each other running on the exercise course, a path woven around the hospital grounds. This was the expression he gave her whenever she attempted to pass him. He would check her, a flicker of exasperation across his features, then increase pace and pull ahead. He had the waist of a sprinter.

“I was supposed to be done at seven,” he said. “Surgery sent me three biopsies, then these came down. I got shows to watch tonight. My wife made pad thai.” He widened his hands above the bodies. “But these really do seem to be Thorpe’s. All from here in the hospital, all generally from the same time. All fast.”

“Just give me this one? So we have some leverage on him?”

“They still yours?”

Mendenhall nodded, hoping. “I have to do all their charts.

Except her. ” She motioned toward Fleming, the one with the patient gown and bracelet. “She’s somebody else’s patient.”

“No, her, too,” he told her. “Seems she was officially checked out. Was gabbing with her roommate in recovery, having a Jell-O together, then collapsed across her roomie’s bed. You get to start a whole new chart.”

Mendenhall sighed, started to raise her hand to her brow, then thought better of touching her face. “What was she in for?”

“Foot surgery.” Claiborne nodded toward Fleming’s right ankle.

The toes were thin and pale, the nails freshly painted red, post-op no doubt.

Mullich finally spoke. “How come you know everything?”

Claiborne only glanced at him before going back to Mendenhall.

“Because this is Hell. We end up knowing everything that happens.”

He motioned toward the ceiling but kept his eyes on Mendenhall.

“Up there.”

He kept looking at Mendenhall as he spoke to Mullich.

“Following her will give you the wrong impression of this building. I wouldn’t advise it. Dr. Mendenhall still does the footwork. No one does that anymore. Not even the nurses. Just like now. Just like she came here.” With his gloved hand still curled, he motioned to the laptop on a side table. “On that screen there are probably five requests—orders—sent by Thorpe. Blood work. But right there,” he punched his hand toward Mendenhall, “is her. In person. Here to see me. Pay us a visit. Help us.” He extended the last two words. “I haven’t even seen Thorpe for over a year. To him, I’m a name at the bottom of a result.”

“It’s because I like people so much.” Mendenhall looked at Claiborne’s tech.

“It’s because you like bodies. The body.” Claiborne blew a hard breath, then gave orders to the tech. “Start blood work on Verdasco and Fleming. Zap Dozier.”

“Thank you, Dr. Claiborne.”

“Just get us out of here before midnight.”

She started to reply, but Claiborne raised his hand and closed his eyes. He held a gloved finger near his lips, shushing. He pointed up to the music, the weave of the violin, cello, and piano. “This is the best part.”

They listened to the quiet music and watched as the tech rolled Dozier to a corner of the lab. Mendenhall couldn’t really see the posturing anymore, any real lift in his shoulders that might indicate trauma. Infection was most likely, given the timing, place, and disparate persons. A janitor, nurse, patient, visitor. But the timing was almost too good. All must have been found within the same five minutes or so. All must have died fairly quickly, fairly together, either before or during their transport to the ER. A janitor slumped over a ladder. A patient slumped over another’s bed. Where had Peterson and Verdasco been found? How long had each of them lain undiscovered, unattended?… How bad was this hospital? She looked at Mullich, who was scanning the room, using Claiborne as a pivot for his gaze. How sick was this building?

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