Read Mad Skills Online

Authors: Walter Greatshell

Mad Skills (6 page)

BOOK: Mad Skills
4.21Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads
“What accident?” Maddy suddenly realized that her fingers were bandaged, and when she raised them to her head, she found more bandages covering her scalp. Her heart jumped in fright. “What is this?”
“You don’t remember anything?”
Maddy tried to think back—back past the vivid dreams of that long, long, restless night, seeking the last time she had been fully awake. It was like trying to swim through molasses … but the harder she tried, the more clearly she could visualize shapes and colors through the muck. Faces, places, random familiar images flipping like pictures in a photo album. Marina Sweet. Colored lights over the trees and the wheezing sound of a calliope. With each mental effort, she felt a peculiar rush of acceleration, almost like changing gears on her bike.
Suddenly, she could smell popcorn and damp sawdust. The carnival. Craving a candy apple. Ben. Going in the fun house. That kiss in the dark. And at the end …
“Where’s Ben?
What happened to Ben?

Even before Dr. Stevens answered, Maddy already knew. She had heard the doctor talking to her parents about it … but in the dream. That was just a dream!
“Now please remember that your daughter has suffered a significant brain injury. Considering she’s just awoken from three weeks in a coma, she’s doing exceptionally well—it’s a miracle she’s alive at all—but she’s still in what we call a minimally conscious state. That means we’re not quite sure what she may or may not be aware of. It’s important that you don’t overreact to her impairment—try to appear relaxed and upbeat. Reassure her that you haven’t changed, that there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“We understand. Don’t we, honey?”
“Normal. Yes, okay. I’ll try. Thank you, Dr. Stevens.”
“Come this way.”
“I’m still just so thankful that you could squeeze her in here, you have no idea. It’s a long trip for us, but just knowing that she’s getting this level of care makes it so much easier to cope. That other hospital—”
“Of course. I understand, Mr. Grant. Just remember that your daughter is also providing a valuable benefit for us—we’re a private research clinic, not a charity hospital. Medicine is our business. If Maddy wasn’t helping us develop the next generation of neurological treatments, she wouldn’t have been enrolled in the program. Many are denied, most of whom are very deserving people. For instance, we turn away many injured vets simply because their type or degree of brain trauma does not fit the narrow parameters of our study. So don’t thank us too much for your daughter’s care. We need her as much as she needs us.”
“Certainly, certainly.”
“Here we are. Maddy? Look who’s come to visit: It’s your mom and pop.”
“Oh my God, oh my God. Maddy! Baby!”
“Muhmm

fah


“Oh dear Lord

Maddy


“Bem

wuh Bem


“It’s okay, baby, we’re here. It’s us.”
“… wah know wuh Bem


“What’s wrong? What’s she saying?”
“She’s been asking about Ben Blevin since this morning. It’s actually a sign of significant improvement that she remembers.”
“Oh my God. Have you told her?”
“We were waiting for you. We wanted her to have as much emotional support as possible.”
“Oh God. My poor baby. Do you think we should tell her now?”
“I’m afraid that’s up to you.”
“Bem

wah Bem

gahhh


“Oh dear God

Maddy? Baby, I’m so sorry. Ben has gone up to Heaven to be with the angels. He’s passed away. Do you understand, sweetie? But Mommy and Daddy are here, and we love you. We’re here with your friend Dr. Stevens. You’re safe now.”
“Bem

Bem


“Baby? Maddy? It’s Mommy. Doctor, I don’t think she can hear me.”
“From what we know, she’s physically capable of hearing you, Mrs. Grant. It just may be that she doesn’t comprehend what you’re saying … or perhaps simply doesn’t want to. That’s not surprising. Give her some time to let it sink in. With therapy, we’re hoping she’ll continue to improve, but part of that will be accepting a profoundly different reality than the one she may remember prior to her injury. That goes for you two as well. You’re all in it for the long haul. Today is the first day of the rest of your lives.”
It was no dream, none of it. Twisting her hospital wristband until it hurt, Maddy cried, “He’s
dead
?”
“Ben passed away, I’m afraid. It was too late to save him. It’s a miracle you survived.”
“No way … you’re lying. I can tell you’re lying.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“He can’t be dead, okay? He
kissed
me! I can still feel it!”
Releasing a dose of sedative into Maddy’s IV, Dr. Stevens said, “There there, it’s going to be all right.”
“No! He kissed me—he
liked
me!”
The room blurred, everything spinning. She tried to fight it, clinging to the bed rails and sobbing
“No, no


Then the tornado carried her away.
FIVE
 
SCRATCHES
 
WHEN she woke up, Dr. Stevens was still waiting.
“Ben,” Maddy croaked.
“Madeline, that was a long time ago. It’s over; it’s time to let Ben go. You have a new life to look forward to. Don’t you think he would want that?”
She glowered at the doctor as if seeing her for the first time. In a flat, weary tone, she said, “You never had any children, did you?”
“Now now, shhh.”
“No, wait, I’m wrong.” Maddy strained to sit up. “You
did
have a child. But something bad happened, right? It died, or disappointed you … or both.”
“Hush now, that’s enough.”
“So you gave up. You turned cold and made it all about the work. I’m the work, aren’t I? People like me. We’re just substitutes for what you’ve given up—holy shit, you
hate us
. You’re lying to me, and you’re lying to yourself. You think I’m Pinocchio, but I’m a human being. You’re the one made of wood.”
Dr. Stevens blinked as though dazed. She laughed weakly, and said, “Miss Grant, you’re just experiencing a drug reaction. Try not to speak.”
Maddy collapsed back onto the pillow, all doped up. She was sweating, and her eyes burned with tears. “What do you mean, a long time?” she demanded. “How long have I been here?”
“Fourteen months.”
“Fourteen
months
?”
“Yes—shhh, don’t scream. You were comatose when we first brought you here, and since then you’ve been through extensive rehabilitation. For most of that time you were unconscious, or delirious. Someone should have cut your nails sooner; that’s how you scratched your hands, I’m sorry. But I’m happy to tell you you’ve turned the corner. Thanks to your recent surgery, we’re confident of a full recovery … perhaps within days. You may not realize it yet, but the change is striking.”
“MADDY! OH, OH, MY BABY!”
Before Maddy could react, her mother swept in like a tornado and fell upon her, sobbing hysterically.
“Oh God oh my sweet baby


“Hey, Mom. Ow.”
Her dad was there, too—her real dad, Roger, not Ben’s handsome father, Sam—but he kept his distance, sagging tearfully against the doorway. Roger Grant knew Maddy didn’t like big emotional displays—she had suffered enough melodrama during the divorce to last a lifetime.
“Mom, I’m not an infant. Come on, it’s okay.”
Her mother sobbed against her awhile longer, then sat up and fumbled a pack of tissues out of her purse. Her face was a disaster.
“Oh my God. I’m sorry, sweetie. It’s just—it’s just that I never thought I’d have you back again. Look at you! I can’t believe it!”
She dissolved once more into wracking sobs. Maddy’s father came forward and put his arm around his ex-wife’s shoulder, saying gently, “That’s enough now, Beth. Maddy’s just woken up; she probably doesn’t need us going to pieces right now.”
“I CAN’T HELP IT!”
“Okay, okay … relax.”
“MY DAUGHTER IS ALIVE! CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?”
“Yes, yes—shh.”
“MY LITTLE GIRL IS BACK! SO JUST—JUST LET US ALONE FOR FIVE SECONDS!
JESUS!

“Fine. Absolutely. Sorry—go ahead.”
Maddy asked, “You guys haven’t gotten back together by any chance, have you?”
Sniffling, her mother gave a rueful chuckle and blew her nose. “No, honey.”
“We just both wanted to be here for you.”
“Divorce or no divorce, you’re our only daughter.”
Maddy looked at her folks, so broken up. It must have been horrible for them. They looked old and worn-out, as if they were the ones who belonged in the hospital. They were so … pitiful. It was disturbing to see them this way, nothing like the uncritical childish adoration she’d felt for them in her dream. In the dream, they were her heroes, they were back together again, reunited as a family, and it was all so effing wonderful. Stupid.
Maddy felt bad about not sharing the moment—obviously this was a huge deal to them—but from her point of view, she hadn’t gone anywhere. Apparently she’d snoozed through all the really rough stuff. Her most meaningful event was Ben’s death … and obviously nobody cared about that anymore. Ben Blevin, the first boy she’d ever kissed, was old news.
Maddy looked past her parents to Dr. Stevens, who was standing unobtrusively in the corner.
“So … when can I go home?”
“Soon. We’d like to keep you a few more days, just for observation.”
“Haven’t you observed me enough by now?”
Her folks laughed gratefully at her wry tone—this was the Maddy they remembered—but the doctor only smiled and said, “Not quite.”
SIX
 
THE PROCRUSTEAN READING ROOM
 
THE Braintree Clinic was different in her dreams. In dreams, it was much bigger inside than out. In dreams, it was old. She remembered it as a magic box, a brightly mirrored portal into a strange castle riddled with crazy catacombs and pools of white light. It echoed.
The reality was less impressive: a generic silver module five stories high, with a pleasant view of trees. Braintree was obviously very well funded, everything gleaming and state of the art, but Maddy thought it was a little lame how they wanted it to look like something out of
Star Trek
when behind the chrome veneer it was really the same old crap. The inefficiencies drove her crazy, not to mention the health hazards—she could practically smell formaldehyde leaching from unstable compounds in the furniture. And forget cracking a window! Wandering the faux-futuristic halls, she half expected to turn a corner and find herself in a cavern full of enormous, rusty machinery. But Maddy knew there could be no such place there—that it had to be some kind of residual memory from the fun house.
The fun house. Maddy had read news reports of the carnival accident, but thankfully she didn’t remember very much of that night. And it was hard to tell which of her memories were true, so she was always looking for independent confirmation. Verifiable facts. There were still a lot of gray areas, neutral territories where dreams and reality battled for turf in her head. However much she would have liked to make peace with both sides, they could not share the same ground; they did not mesh. They could be remarkably similar at times, but they occupied separate universes. Nevertheless, she homed in on any points of congruence she could find, seizing them like handholds—intersections along the tightrope where her fumbling mind could find purchase.
One such place was the Reading Room.
In her dreams, she had spent a lot of time there, and was surprised to find it much as she remembered: a cozy library and study center, all wheelchair-accessible. She had overheard Dr. Plummer call it the Procrustean Science Reading Room—she wasn’t sure why. Unless maybe because it had the pleasant, crusty smell of old books.
It was Hell.
Even wide-awake, she was still a little scared of those books. They figured prominently in her most recent nightmare, a long, weird episode in which she craved books like a drug, cracking their covers and inhaling their contents. No matter how many books she devoured, nothing slaked her terrible thirst. The frustration caused her to rip many of the books apart, cutting her fingers to ribbons as she sought richer marrow to suck. She found a computer, and that helped for a while, but in the end its flow of sustaining manna became a trickle of thin gruel, another starvation diet. Out of desperation, Maddy mangled the computer, too, chasing the spring to its source, enlarging the well. But the dream ended before she finished.
BOOK: Mad Skills
4.21Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

Casi la Luna by Alice Sebold
Love Simmers by Jules Deplume
Second Chance Brides by Vickie Mcdonough
Weekend Lover by Melissa Blue
03_Cornered Coyote by Dianne Harman
Lord Suitor by Raven McAllan
Overwhelm Me by Marchman, A. C.
Counterfeit Road by Kirk Russell
Context by John Meaney