Salem's Lot - Stephen King [130]
‘Tetanus,’ he said. ‘Give it to me. Here.’ He held his arm out, rotated to expose the armpit.
‘Jimmy, that’ll knock you out.’
‘No. No, it won’t. Do it.’
Ben took the needle and looked questioningly into Jimmy’s eyes. He nodded. Ben injected the needle.
Jimmy’s body tensed like spring steel. For a moment he was a sculpture in agony, every tendon pulled out into sharp relief. Little by little he began to relax. His body shuddered in reaction, and Ben saw that tears had mixed with the sweat on his face.
‘Put the cross on me,’ he said. ‘If I’m still dirty from her, it’ll… it’ll do something to me.’
‘Will it?’
‘I’m sure it will. When you were going after her, I looked up and I wanted to go after you. God help me, I did. And I looked at that cross and I… my belly wanted to heave up.’
Ben put the cross on his neck. Nothing happened. Its glow-if there had been a glow at all-was entirely gone. Ben took the cross away.
‘Okay,’ Jimmy said. ‘I think that’s all we can do.’ He rummaged in his bag again, found an envelope containing two pills, and crushed them into his mouth. ‘Dope,’ he said. ‘Great invention. Thank God I used the john before that… before it happened. I think I pissed myself, but it only came to about six drops. Can you bandage my neck?’
‘I think so,’ Ben said.
Jimmy handed him gauze, adhesive tape, and a pair of surgical scissors. Bending to put the bandage on, he saw that the skin around the wounds had gone an ugly, congealed red. Jimmy flinched when he pressed the bandage gently into place.
He said: ‘For a couple of minutes there, I thought I was going to go nuts. Really, clinically nuts. Her lips on me… biting me…’ His throat rippled as he swallowed. ‘And when she was doing it, I liked it, Ben. That’s the hellish part. I actually had an erection. Can you believe it? If you hadn’t been here to pull her off, I would have… would have let her… ’
‘Never mind,’ Ben said.
‘There’s one more thing I have to do that I don’t like.’
‘What’s that?’
‘Here. Look at me a minute.’
Ben finished the bandage and drew back a little to look at Jimmy. ‘What-’
And suddenly Jimmy slugged him. Stars rocketed up in his brain and he took three wandering steps backward and sat down heavily. He shook his head and saw Jimmy getting carefully I down from the table and coming toward him. He groped madly for the cross, thinking: This is what’s known as an O. Henry ending, you stupid shit, you stupid, stupid -
‘You all right?’ Jimmy was asking him. ‘I’m sorry, but it’s a little easier when you don’t know it’s coming.’
‘What the Christ-?’
Jimmy sat down beside him on the floor. ‘I’m going to tell you our story,’ he said. ‘It’s a damned poor one, but I’m pretty sure Maury Green will back it up. It will keep my practice, and keep us both out of jail or some asylum… and at this point, I’m not so concerned about those things as I am about staying free to fight these… things, whatever you want to call them, another day. Do you understand that?’
‘The thrust of it,’ Ben said. He touched his jaw and winced. There was a knot to the left of his chin.
‘Somebody barged in on us while I was examining Mrs Glick,’ Jimmy said. ‘The somebody cold-cocked you and then used me for a punching bag. During the-struggle, the somebody bit me to make me let him go. That’s all either of us remembers. All. Understand?’
Ben nodded.
‘The guy was wearing a dark CPO coat, maybe blue, maybe black, and a green or gray knitted cap. That’s all you saw. Okay?’
‘Have you ever thought about giving up doctoring in favor of a career in creative writing?’
Jimmy smiled. ‘I’m only creative in moments of extreme self-interest. Can you remember the story?’
‘Sure. And I don’t think it’s as poor as you might believe. After all, hers isn’t the first body that’s disappeared lately.’
‘I’m hoping they’ll add that up. But the county sheriff is a lot more on the ball than Parkins Gillespie ever thought of being. We have to watch our step. Don’t embellish the story.’
‘Do you suppose anyone in officialdom will begin to see