"All right, " Hall said. "Arrange it."
"Yes sir. Who is the person?"
"Dr. Smithson," Hall said.
The girl nodded and the screen went blank. Hall felt sorry for Smithson, but not very sorry; the man would have a few hours of sweating, but nothing more serious than that. And it was essential to halt rumors about Piedmont.
He sat back in his chair and thought about what he had learned. He was excited, and felt on the verge of an important discovery.
Three people:
A diabetic in acidosis, from failure to take insulin.
An old man who drank Sterno and took aspirin, also in acidosis.
Chapter 20
A young infant.
One had survived for hours, the other two had survived longer, apparently permanently. One had gone mad, the other two had not. Somehow they were all interrelated.
In a very simple way.
Acidosis. Rapid breathing. Carbon-dioxide content. Oxygen saturation. Dizziness. Fatigue. Somehow they were all logically coordinated. And they held the key to beating Andromeda.
At that moment, the emergency bell sounded, ringing in a high pitched, urgent way as the bright-yellow light began to flash.
He jumped up and left the room.
26. The Seal
IN THE CORRIDOR, HE SAW THE FLASHING SIGN that indicated the source of the trouble: AUTOPSY. Hall could guess the problem-- somehow the seals had been broken, and contamination had occurred. That would sound the alarm.
As he ran down the corridor, a quiet, soothing voice on the loudspeakers said, "Seal has been broken in Autopsy. Seal has been broken in Autopsy. This is an emergency."
His lab technician came out of the lab and saw him. "What is it9"
"Burton, I think. Infection spread."
"Is he all right?"
"Doubt it," Hall said, running. She ran with him.
Leavitt came out of the MORPHOLOGY room and joined them, sprinting down the corridor, around the gentle curves. Hall thought to himself that Leavitt was moving quite well, for an older man, when suddenly Leavitt stopped.
He stood riveted to the ground. And stared straight forward at the flashing sign, and the light above it, blinking on and off.
Hall looked back. "Come on," he said.
Then the technician: "Dr. Hall, he's in trouble."
Leavitt was not moving. He stood, eyes open, but otherwise he might have been asleep. His arms hung loosely at his sides.
"Dr. Hall."
Hall stopped, and went back.
"Peter, boy, come on, we need your--"
He said nothing more, for Leavitt was not listening. He was staring straight forward at the blinking light. When Hall passed his hand in front of his face, he did not react. And then Hall remembered the other blinking lights, the lights Leavitt had turned away from, had joked off with stories.
"The son of a bitch," Hall said. "Now, of all times."
"What is it?" the technician said.
A small dribble of spittle was coming from the corner of Leavitt's mouth. Hall quickly stepped behind him and said to the technician, "Get in front of him and cover his eyes. Don't let him look at the blinking light."
"Why?"
"Because it's blinking three times a second," Hall said.
"You mean--"
"He'll go any minute now."
Leavitt went.
With frightening speed, his knees gave way and he collapsed to the floor. He lay on his back and his whole body began to vibrate. It began with his hands and feet, then involved his entire arms and legs, and finally his whole body. He clenched his teeth and gave a gasping, loud cry. His head hammered against the floor; Hall slipped his foot beneath the back of Leavitt's head and let him bang against his toes. It was better than having him hit the hard floor.
"Don't try to open his mouth," Hall said. "You can't do it. He's clenched tight."
As they watched, a yellow stain began to spread at Leavitt's waist.
"He may go into status," Hall said. "Go to the pharmacy and get me a hundred milligrams of phenobarb. Now. In a syringe. We'll get him onto Dilantin later, if we have to."
Leavitt was crying, through his clenched teeth, like an animal. His body tapped like a tense rod against the floor.
A few moments later, the technician came back with the syringe. Hall waited until Leavitt relaxed, until his body stopped its seizures, and then he injected the barbiturate.
"Stay with him," he said to the girl. "If he has another seizure, just do what I did-- put your foot under his head. I think he'll be all right. Don't try to move him."
And Hall ran down to the autopsy lab.
For several seconds, he tried to open the door to the lab, and then he realized it had been sealed off. The lab was contaminated. He went on to main control, and found Stone looking at Burton through the closed-circuit TV monitors.
Burton was terrified. His face was white and he was breathing in rapid, shallow gasps, and he could not speak. He looked exactly like what he was: a man waiting for death to strike him.
Stone was trying to reassure him. "Just take it easy, boy. Take it easy. You'll be okay. Just take it easy."
"I'm scared," Burton said. "Damn, I'm scared."
"Just take it easy," Stone said in a soft voice. "We know that Andromeda doesn't do well in oxygen. We're pumping pure oxygen through your lab now. For the moment, that should hold you."
Stone turned to Hall. "You took your time getting here. Where's Leavitt?"
"He fitted," Hall said.
"What?"
"Your lights flash at three per second, and he had a seizure."
"What?"
"Petit mal. It went on to a grand-mal attack; tonic clonic seizure, urinary incontinence, the whole bit. I got him onto phenobarb and came as soon as I could."