Peter David - After Earth

Felt? “I don’t—”

“It’s all right,” says the woman with the dark braid. “After you’re here a while, you get a little crazy. Grab some food and sit down.”

She pats the bench beside her. Jon doesn’t know why.

Following her instructions, he gets a tray and places some food on it, then goes to a table and sits down.

But before he can lift a forkful of casserole to his mouth, the fair-haired man says, “If you want your privacy, we’re fine with that. But we’d prefer it if you’d join us.”

“Come on,” the woman says. “We won’t bite.”

Jon doesn’t understand the reason for the comment. He hadn’t expected her to bite.

“Or,” said the man, “we can join you.”

Jon doesn’t object. A moment later, the man and the woman bring their trays over and sit down.

“Arvo,” the man says. “Arvo Lankinen. Good to meet you.”

“Yada Srasati,” says the woman. She looks at Jon for a moment. “How do you feel?”

“The cotton’s gone,” Jon replies.

“The cotton?” Her skin bunches up over the bridge of her nose the same way Doctor Gold’s did.

“You mean your head is clear?” Arvo asks.

Jon turns to him. “Yes.” He sees his companions exchange glances and doesn’t know why.

“It’s all right,” Yada says. “You’ve been through a lot. It’s going to take time before you’re back on your game.”

“I suppose so,” Jon says.

As they continue to converse, he learns that Arvo and Yada are Rangers. Their injuries are the result of Ursa encounters.

“Listen,” Arvo says. “I want to tell you how much I appreciate what you’re doing. You’re making a sacrifice, I know.”

“But if it works,” Yada adds, “we may be able to get rid of the Ursa once and for all. And if that happens, there’ll be less misery in the world.” She touches her bandage in the vicinity of her eye. “A whole lot less.”

Misery , Jon thinks. He doesn’t know what to say to that, either.

Over the next couple of days, Doctor Nizamani is the only physician who comes to visit. Jon wonders where Doctor Gold is. One morning, after Doctor Nizamani checks Jon’s data screens, he says, “I’m clearing you for light exercise. You know where the gym is, right?”

“Yes,” Jon says.

“You can use any of the machines with the green signs. The yellows and the reds, you’ll work your way up to. Got it?”

“Yes,” Jon says. “Can I go now ?”

“Absolutely.”

The gym is down the hall, on the right. Jon knows because he has passed it on his walks.

When he enters the place, he sees Yada there. She’s running on a treadmill, her braid flopping up and down.

Jon’s been eating with her and Arvo whenever he sees them in the cafeteria. To an outsider, it may look as if they were friends. To Jon, they were just three people sharing the same table until their meal had been consumed. Sometimes there are one or two other patients there as well.

Sometimes there’s no one and Jon eats alone.

There’s a female attendant who directs him to an apparatus with a green sign even before he asks, and so he gathers that she already has received instructions from Doctor Nizamani.

When Yada realizes that Jon is in the room, she stops exercising, picks up a towel, and walks over to him. “Jon,” she says, dabbing at the exposed portion of her face, “I missed you this morning at breakfast. Arvo’s been discharged, you know.”

“I wasn’t aware of that,” he says.

“Don’t worry; he’ll be back to visit. I made him promise that.”

Jon doesn’t understand why he would be inclined to worry, or why Yada would ask such a thing of Arvo, or why Arvo would agree to it. But then, he’s finding there are lots of things he doesn’t understand.

As he and Yada speak, a couple of other patients enter the gym. One, a fellow with a shaven head and thickly muscled arms, is ensconced in a mag-lev chair. Another, who moves stiffly, is bandaged around his middle.

They’re new to the medicenter, they say, but they know about Jon’s procedure. Like Yada, Arvo, and the other injured Rangers on the ward, they thank Jon for his sacrifice. They express the hope that his courage will help them wipe out the Ursa.

“Bet you can’t wait to get out there,” the man in the mag-lev chair says.

Jon doesn’t know why he would be unable to wait. Anyway, he has no choice in the matter. “My doctors won’t allow me to leave the medicenter until I’m ready.”

The man in the mag-lev chair looks at him for a moment. Then his mouth turns up at the corners, and he says, “Damned doctors!”

The others open their mouths and make a sound Jon doesn’t recognize. Or rather, he recognizes it but can’t put a name to it. It sounds like ha-ha-ha-ha .

Yada seems to notice his lack of comprehension. She makes eye contact with the others. Soon they stop making the sound.

“Jon’s probably got a routine he needs to start,” she says. “Let’s let him get to it.”

“Sure,” says the man in the mag-lev chair. “Can’t hunt Ursa till you’re back in shape, right?”

Jon assumes that the man is right.

Jon’s starting to doze off on his bed, fatigued from his workout in the gym, when Doctor Gold enters his room.

“Hey there,” she says.

Jon sits up. “I didn’t know if you were coming back.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She checks the data on the hologram beside his bed. “Did you see Doctor Nizamani today?”

“This morning. He cleared me to work out.”

“Excellent.” She continues to check his data. “That means you’re making progress.”

“I have a question.”

Doctor Gold turns to him. “What’s that, Jon?”

He tells her about Yada’s request for information the other day in the cafeteria: “How do you feel?”

“I didn’t know how to answer her,” he says. “I still don’t. Then, just a little while ago, in the gym, someone said something and everyone made a sound. I didn’t know what to make of that, either.”

Doctor Gold tilts her head to the side. “What was it that person said?”

Jon did his best to replicate the remark: “Damn doctors!”

She looks at him for a moment. “Was the sound anything like this?” She re-creates it almost perfectly.

“Yes.”

Her mouth pulls up at the corners. “It’s laughter, Jon. The people in the gym were laughing .”

“Laughing.” He points to her mouth. “And what’s that?”

“What’s what ?”

“What you’re doing with your mouth.” He uses his thumb and forefinger to push her mouth up at the corners. “ This . I see it all the time.”

Doctor Gold’s brows come together over her nose. She puts her hand over his and removes his fingers from her face. Slowly.

“I was afraid this might happen,” she says. “We took every precaution, ran as many tests as we could on primates as well as on people. But in the final analysis, we’ve never done this kind of surgery on a human being.”

“You thought what might happen?” Jon asks.

“It’s not just fear that originates in the amygdalae, Jon. Other emotions are connected to those parts of the brain as well.”

He tries to follow her logic. “Are you saying I’m no longer in touch with my emotions?”

“I’m saying it’s possible. And even if you have lost touch, it may only be a temporary situation. Despite the way it looks to Doctor Nizamani, your brain may not have healed completely.”

“What if it has?”

Doctor Gold doesn’t answer right away. “Then—and I know this sounds disappointing—the situation may be permanent.”