Between Here and Forever - Elizabeth Scott [34]
Talk about missing the obvious. I lock up my bike and tell myself I won’t ask Clement where Eli has gone, or what he’s done today.
“I’m sure Eli will be here soon,” I say instead, which really isn’t much better than asking about him because I’m still mentioning him.
“I know,” Clement says. “He’s meeting you. What did he say to you in the cafeteria, anyway? He wouldn’t say anything when I asked him about it.”
“He’s not meeting me. He’s coming to see Tess.”
Clement snorts, then chokes on his cough drop. I know I should pound his back, but he feels so frail when I tentatively tap my hand against him that I’m afraid I’m going to snap him in half.
“Damn things,” he says, waving my hand away. “I’m always swallowing them. Harriet got me hooked on them, you know. Nagged and nagged me to give up smoking and finally brought home a box of lozenges that were supposed to help me quit. To this day, I spend more time taking them than I ever did sitting around for ten minutes after dinner with a cigar.”
“Wait. You’re not eating cough drops? You’re eating those things people take to quit smoking?”
“Who eats cough drops?” Clement says. “Do you know what those things taste like?”
“No,” I say, folding my arms across my chest. “We don’t have them over across the river. We just got chewing gum last year, you know.”
Clement grins at me, then glances out into the parking lot and says, “Ah, there’s Eli now.”
I follow Clement’s gaze and see a long, expensive car pull into the lot.
Eli gets out, moving toward us, and I swear I actually shiver inside when I see him coming, this little hot jolt worming its way through me.
Remember Jack, I remind myself.
Remember Tess.
“Sorry,” Eli says as he reaches us, handing the keys to Clement. “I got—I was on the phone.”
“Is there gas in the car?” Clement says, and Eli grins, then nods.
“Good,” Clement says. “Now I can go back to work.” And then he heads back into the hospital, leaving me and Eli alone.
“I thought … I thought he was leaving,” I say, feeling a little awkward about being alone with Eli even though we’re in the hospital parking lot and there are a few people around. It’s just … well, it’s the weekend. And Eli is standing next to me.
“He doesn’t like being home much,” Eli says. “He—he says he gets bored, but I think being there makes him sad.” He crosses his arms, tapping the fingers of his right hand against his elbow. “Were you—he didn’t say anything while you were waiting, did he?”
“Just that I look like a bird,” I say, and Eli stares at me.
“I don’t see it either,” I tell him, and we head inside.
twenty-five
Claire is in Tess’s room when we get there.
“Hey,” I say, surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“Someone called in sick, and here I am. You know I’m not turning down extra pay.”
I walk over to her and look at Tess. “How is she?”
“I’m just checking her IVs,” Claire says. “They’re more short-staffed than usual, so I’m making sure no one’s running low on anything.”
I sit down in my usual chair and Eli comes in then, looking a little worried and hesitant.
“So, you’re Eli, who’s here to talk to Tess,” Claire says, and Eli nods, crossing his arms over his chest. I’m starting to think he’s shy. The fidgeting, the whole arm crossing thing—it’s all stuff people do when they’re nervous.
Claire looks at me, raising one eyebrow like she knows something, and then says, “Well, I’ve got to get back to work, check more IVs and things. Have fun.”
“Bye,” Eli says at the same time Claire says, “fun,” and that’s when I see Tess’s eyes move again. Under her closed lids, there is motion, like she’s seeing something. Like something—someone—is reaching her.
“Did you see that?” I say, standing up and leaning over Tess, willing her to open her eyes.
“See what?” Claire says, and Eli says, “Yes.”
The next few minutes are maddeningly slow. Tess doesn’t open her eyes, but the doctor on call is paged, and I sit, impatiently waiting for him.
Claire won’t stay, though. She says