Bridger.”
“Don’t get me wrong; I loved their movies, especially the ones when it was in its golden age. Some still have been preserved. We watch them throughout our colonies. I envy that talent; the classics, superheroes, cowboys. God, remember that old, old musical dancer, Fred Astaire? And there was a Librarian. I know it was so long ago, but he was an adventurer of sorts. He fell in love with a Vampire. I just love those creatures. Years ago, Bridger said I looked like a Vampire. Sometimes, I think I should have had his blood sucked dry; hah. Anyway, you have to love what Hollywood ‘was’ in those days. It sure changed, eh?”
Swanson slowed and gestured to the right. They stopped in front of another beautifully carved wooden door. This time Swanson pulled his fob out and waved it in front of the door lock. Then with both hands, he turned the golden knob and pulled.
“I hate this door.”
Slowly, the heavy door began to open, leading into a stark white sterile room that looked surprisingly like one on ‘focus ward’, back at Andrews Hospital. With that image and the ding of the elevator, Mathew Bellos was shocked back to the reality of present day and the ER-1, where Rachel Sheldon waited for the word she dreaded about Jack.
Chapter 5
Bellos & Rachel
It was three a.m., as Bellos exited the elevator. Rachel Sheldon lingered in a dream-state on the hospital bed, in a private room of Andrews ER-1. She had so many thoughts; their last cup of coffee together; his bad joke that made her force a giggle, and such a satisfying evening of loving intimacy. Jack left them both laughing. Then, her eyes flashed open, as she heard the door squeak, and Mathew Bellos entered the room.
“Matt, thank God.”
She rose and embraced him like a brother.
“Rachel, I’m so sorry. I’ve been working on Jack.”
“Tell me, for God’s sake?”
Be llos held her; and then, he led her to the bed where they both sat facing each other.
“Rachel, the surgical team and I have been working non-stop on Jack , since he arrived at 11 p.m. He was in a horrible car accident, honey. I can give you details, but the point is, oh my God, Rach; he died.”
Bellos drew her to him as she broke down.
“No! God, no; he has to be all right. I know it! You told me they were doing everything possible. I know this place, damn it!”
Rachel grabbed his hospital coat lapels.
“There’s no way he died.”
Bellos took her wrists gently.
“He didn’t suffer, Rach, but he died, honey. There was no indication he regained consciousness. He didn’t feel a thing. I am so sorry.”
“I want to see him!”
Rachel turned pale white in disbelief.
“I have to, damn it; so I know he’s really gone. Please?”
Then she fell limp into his arms, shaking and sobbing. Bellos sat her on the bed and they both cried. He received several beeps on his cell phone; however, he only took one call. After some time, Rachel gathered herself and Bellos spoke softly, “Rach, Rachel, please stay here for a while at least. I want to monitor you, then I will take you home myself. We can talk about everything. Please? You have a lot to take in. Here, take this. It’s a mild sedative; doctor’s orders. I want you to rest here, just a little while. I have to go, but I will be back shortly. If you need anything, call me. Do you have a phone?”
She took hers out of her pocket. “Oh shit, it’s dead.”
“Here, take this.” He gave her Angela’s. “I’m only a click away.”
Rachel nodded; then she took the pill. Bellos turned, exited the room and walked down the hall to the private elevator. He pushed three, to focus ward. The elevator moved up against his feet, as he gathered himself and stood tall. Looking at his reflection in the bezel, he wiped his red eyes and swallowed. Then he pushed the red stop button.
Chapter 6
The Big Tour
The elevator stopped again; and, in a flash, Mathew Bellos recalled every detail of that