Night Shift - Stephen King [169]
- Just take these first.
He gives her a fifth. And a sixth. Then he sees if her legs are together. They are. She says,
- I think I'll sleep a little now.
- All right. I'm going to get a drink.
- You've always been a good son, Johnny.
He puts the bottle in the box and tucks the box into her purse, leaving the plastic top on the sheet beside her. He leaves the open purse beside her and thinks: She asked for her purse. I brought it to her and opened it just before I left. She said she could get what she wanted out of it. She said she'd get the nurse to put it back in the wardrobe.
He goes out and gets his drink. There is a mirror over the fountain, and he runs out his tongue and looks at it.
When he goes back into the room, she is sleeping with her hands pressed together. The veins in them are big, rambling. He gives her a kiss and her eyes roll behind their lids, but do not open.
Yes.
He feels no different, either good or bad.
He starts out of the room and thinks of something else. He goes back to her side, takes the bottle out of the box, and rubs it all over his shirt. Then he presses the limp fingertips of her sleeping left hand on the bottle. Then he puts it back and goes out of the room quickly, without looking back.
He goes home and waits for the phone to ring and wishes he had given her another kiss. While he waits, he watches TV and drinks a lot of water.
Table of Contents
FOREWORD
JERUSALEM'S LOT
GRAVEYARD SHIFT
NIGHT SURF
I AM THE DOORWAY
THE MANGLER
THE BOOGEYMAN
GREY MATTER
BATTLEGROUND
TRUCKS
SOMETIMES THEY COME BACK
STRAWBERRY SPRING
THE LEDGE
THE LAWNMOWER MAN
QUITTERS, INC.
I KNOW WHAT YOU NEED
CHILDREN OF THE CORN
THE LAST RUNG ON THE LADDER
THE MAN WHO LOVED FLOWERS
ONE FOR THE ROAD
THE WOMAN IN THE ROOM