Chapter Thirty-two
Honey looked forward every day to seeing the patient in Room 306. His name was Sean Reilly, and he was a good-looking Irishman, with black hair and black sparkling eyes. Honey guessed that he was in his early forties.
When Honey first met him on her rounds, she had looked at his chart and said, "I see you're here for a cholecystectomy. "
"I thought they were going to remove my gallbladder. "
Honey smiled. "Same thing. "
Sean fixed his black eyes on her. "They can cut out anything they want except my heart. That belongs to you. "
Honey laughed. "Flattery will get you everywhere. "
"I hope so, darlin'. "
When Honey had a few minutes to spare, she would drop by and chat with Sean. He was charming and amusing.
"It's worth bein' operated on just to have you around, little darlin'. "
"You aren't nervous about the operation, are you?" she asked.
"Not if you're going to operate, love. "
"I'm not a surgeon. I'm an internist. "
"Are internists allowed to have dinner with their patients?"
"No. There's a rule against it. "
"Do internists ever break rules?"
"Never. " Honey was smiling.
"I think you're beautiful," Sean said.
No one had ever told Honey that before. She found herself blushing. "Thank you. "
"You're like the fresh mornin' dew in the fields of Killarney. "
"Have you ever been to Ireland?" Honey asked.
He laughed. "No, but I promise you we'll go there together one day. You'll see. "
It was ridiculous Irish blarney, and yet . . .
That afternoon when Honey went in to see Sean, she said, "How are you feeling?"
"The better for seeing you. Have you thought about our dinner date?"
"No," Honey said. She was lying.
"I was hoping after my operation, I could take you out. You're not engaged, or married, or anything silly like that, are you?"
Honey smiled. "Nothing silly like that. "
"Good! Neither am I. Who would have me?"
A lot of women, Honey thought.
"If you like home cooking, I happen to be a great cook. "
"We'll see. "
When Honey went to Sean's room the following morning, he said, "I have a little present for you. " He handed her a sheet of drawing paper. On it was a softened, idealized sketch of Honey.
"I love it!" Honey said. "You're a wonderful artist!" And she suddenly remembered the psychic's words: You're going to fall in love. He's an artist. She was looking at Sean strangely.
"Is anything wrong?"
"No," Honey said slowly. "No. "
Five minutes later, Honey walked into Frances Gordon's room.
"Here comes the Virgo!"
Honey said, "Do you remember telling me that I was going to fall in love with someone - an artist?"
"Yes. "
"Well, I . . . I think I've met him. "
Frances Gordon smiled. "See? The stars never lie. "
"Could . . . could you tell me a little about him? About us?"
"There are some tarot cards in that drawer over there. Could you give them to me, please?"
As Honey handed her the cards, she thought, This is ridiculous! I don't believe in this!
Frances Gordon was laying out the cards. She kept nodding to herself, and nodding and smiling, and suddenly she stopped. Her face went pale. "Oh, my God!" She looked up at Honey.
"What . . . what's the matter?" Honey asked.
"This artist. You say you've already met him?"
"I think so. Yes. "
Frances Gordon's voice was filled with sadness. "The poor man. " She looked up at Honey. "I'm sorry . . . I'm so sorry. "
Sean Reilly was scheduled to have his operation the following morning.
8:15 A. M. Dr. William Radnor was in OR Two, preparing for the operation.
8:25 A. M. A truck containing a week's supply of bags of blood pulled up at the emergency entrance to Embarcadero County Hospital. The driver carried the bags to the blood bank in the basement. Eric Foster, the resident on duty, was sharing coffee and a danish with a pretty young nurse, Andrea.
"Where do you want these?" the driver asked.
"Just set them down there. " Foster pointed to a corner.
"Right. " The driver put the bags down and pulled out a form. "I need your John Hancock. "
"Okay. " Foster signed the form. "Thanks. "
"No sweat. " The driver left.
Foster turned to Andrea. "Where were we?"
"You were telling me how adorable I am. "
"Right. If you weren't married, I'd really go after you," the resident said. "Do you ever fool around?"
"No. My husband is a boxer. "
"Oh. Do you have a sister?"
"As a matter of fact, I do. "
"Is she as pretty as you are?"
"Prettier. "
"What's her name?"
"Marilyn. "
"Why don't we double-date one night?"
As they chatted, the fax machine began to click. Foster ignored it.
8:45 A. M. Dr. Radnor began the operation on Sean Reilly. The beginning went smoothly. The operating room functioned like a well-oiled machine, run by capable people doing their jobs.
9:05 A. M. Dr. Radnor reached the cystic duct. A textbook operation up until then. As he started to excise the gallbladder, his hand slipped and the scalpel nicked an artery. Blood began to pour out.
"Jesus!" He tried to stop the flow.
The anesthesiologist called out, "His blood pressure just dropped to ninety-five. He's going into shock!"
Radnor turned to the circulating nurse. "Get some more blood up here, stat!"
"Right away, doctor. "
9:06 A. M. The telephone rang in the blood bank. "Don't go away," Foster told Andrea. He walked past the fax machine, which had stopped clicking, and picked up the telephone. "Blood supply. "
"We need four units of Type O in OR Two, stat. "
"Right. " Foster replaced the receiver and went to the corner where the new blood had been deposited. He pulled out four bags and placed them on the top shelf of the metal cart used for such emergencies. He double-checked the bags. "Type O," he said aloud. He rang for an orderly.
"What's going on?" Andrea asked.
Foster looked at the schedule in front of him. "It looks like one of the patients is giving Dr. Radnor a bad time. "
9:10 A. M. The orderly came into the blood bank. "What have we got?"
"Take this to OR Two. They're waiting for it. "
He watched the orderly wheel out the cart, then turned to Andrea. "Tell me about your sister. "
"She's married, too. "
"Aw . . . "
Andrea smiled. "But she fools around. "
"Does she really?"
"I'm only kidding. I have to go back to work, Eric. Thanks for the coffee and danish. "
" Anytime. " He watched her leave and thought, What a great ass!
9:12 A. M. The orderly was waiting for an elevator to take him to the second floor.
9:13 A. M. Dr. Radnor was doing his best to minimize the catastrophe. "Where's the damned blood?"
9:15 A. M. The orderly pushed at the door to OR Two and the circulating nurse opened it.
"Thanks," she said. She carried the bags into the room. "It's here, doctor. "
"Start pumping it into him. Fast!"
In the blood bank, Eric Foster finished his coffee, thinking about Andrea. All the good-looking ones are married.
As he started toward his desk, he passed the fax machine. He pulled out the fax. It read:
Recall Warning Alert #687, June 25: Red Blood Cells, Fresh Frozen Plasma. Units CB83711, CB800007. Community Blood Bank of California, Arizona, Washington, Oregon. Blood products testing rep
eatedly reactive for Antibody HIV Type I were distributed.
He stared at it a moment, then walked over to his desk and picked up the invoice he had signed for the bags of blood that had just been delivered. He looked at the number on the invoice. The number on the warning was identical.
"Oh, my God!" he said. He grabbed the telephone. "Get me OR Two, fast!"
A nurse answered.
"This is the blood bank. I just sent up four units of Type O. Don't use it! I'm sending up some fresh blood immediately. " The nurse said, "Sorry, it's too late. "
Dr. Radnor broke the news to Sean Reilly.
"It was a mistake," Radnor said. "A terrible mistake. I would give anything if it had not happened. "
Sean was staring at him, in shock. "My God! I'm going to die. "
"We won't know whether you're HIV-positive for six or eight weeks. And even if you are, that does not necessarily mean you will get AIDS. We're going to do everything we can for you. "
"What the hell can you do for me that you haven't already done?" Sean said bitterly. "I'm a dead man. "
When Honey heard the news, she was devastated. She remembered Frances Gordon's words. The poor man.
Sean Reilly was asleep when Honey walked into his room. She sat at his bedside for a long time, watching him.
He opened his eyes and saw Honey. "I dreamed that I was dreaming, and that I wasn't going to die. " "Sean . . . "
"Did you come to visit the corpse?" "Please don't talk that way. " "How could this happen?" he cried. "Someone made a mistake, Sean. " "God, I don't want to die of AIDS!"
"Some people who get HIV may never get AIDS. The Irish are lucky. "
"I wish I could believe you. "
She took his hand in hers. "You've got to. "
"I'm not a praying man," Sean said, "but I sure as hell am going to start now. "
"I'll pray with you," Honey said.
He smiled wryly. "I guess we can forget about that dinner, huh?"
"Oh, no. You don't get out of it that easily. I'm looking forward to it. "
He studied her a moment. "You really mean that, don't you?"
"You bet I do! No matter what happens. Remember, you promised to take me to Ireland. "