Her eyes stayed closed but I could see her hands grip the blankets more tightly. She squeezed her eyelids shut, but tears leaked out. Her hands let go of the blankets and searched the air for mine. She grasped my hand in hers and pulled it to her face. She didn't say a thing as she held my hand against her tears.
I felt in that moment how much I loved her, and how even that small gesture meant everything in the world to me: The feel of her palms surrounding my hand, the softness of her moist cheek, brought back the past. After everything she had been through, she still trusted me.
I had only one thought, aside from Diana. I would have to kill Villard, to keep him from haunting us. I felt ashamed that it was his leering face I saw when I closed my eyes.
The plane hit the water and bounced on the waves three of four times before it settled and taxied into the harbor toward a pier where another Catalina was tied up. The jolt had almost knocked me over, and in so doing it knocked Villard's image from my mind, but I knew it would be back.
Diana still had her eyes closed and I wondered what she'd see written on my face when she opened them.
Chapter Twenty-eight
"Boyle, wake up."
"Ummmm."
"Now, Boyle!" Harding's voice drifted into my dream and took it over. I was dreaming that I was lost in a city, unable to find the train station. Then Harry was there, trying to tell me something important, but I couldn't understand him. He turned into Harding. My tough luck.
"Okay, Major. I'm up." I felt the hard wooden slats of the cot digging into my ribs as I forced my eyelids apart.
"Lieutenant Kazimierz is on his way in from Headquarters," Harding said. "We'll meet in the Officer's Mess at 0700."
Harding didn't wait to see if that fit in with my morning plans. I managed to keep one eye open long enough to observe the heels of his combat boots retreating to the door. I had to focus to figure out where I was. Oh yeah. Algiers. Back at the goddamn hospital. I looked around. There were half a dozen cots in the room, a flophouse for doctors and orderlies on duty. Light from the rising sun filtered into the room from the single window above me. The walls were stark white, still smelling of whitewash and lye, the army's standard scheme for redecorating. There were lumps in two other cots and one of them snored.
It had been dark when the ambulance met us at the harbor. When we reached the hospital Harding met us at the entrance with a guard detail, guys from Headquarters Company, not from the General Hospital detachment. He had stationed men out front, by the Medical Supply Depot and the motor pool. After we got Diana to a room, he left a GI by her door too. I liked that. I also liked that my old pal, Doc Dunbar, was on his way to the front with the 1st Armored Division, posted to a Battalion Aid Station. Sergeant Willoughby, too, except now he was a private again. Dunbar's replacement, Doctor Perrini, had shipped in straight from the States, and Diana was his patient. I liked that, too, since Perrini had no connection with anyone else at the hospital. He was from Chicago, and seemed like a regular guy. First thing he did was to have a couple of nurses clean Diana up, check her over, and give her a sedative. Then he examined Harry's wound, changed the bandage, and approved of the job our Commando pals done to patch him up. I left before he could pull out a needle.
I had told Harding about the second shipment of penicillin coming through, got something to eat, found this cot, and claimed it. I think I remember taking my boots off, but that was it.
I was still dead tired, but I didn't have time for any more shut-eye. I put on a fresh pair of socks from my pack and headed to the washroom. There was only cold water, but I dumped a helmet-full over my head, washed up, and managed to shave without massacring my face. I hoped I looked presentable. And that Diana would want to see me, would want to hold my hand, would let me sooth and reassure her. I wanted her to be the Diana with the sparkling eyes full of fun I had known and loved in England, all passion, temper, and tenderness. Not the Diana who had put a gun to her head. Not the Diana who had been… I didn't even want to think about it. But it was all I could think about. I looked at myself in the cracked mirror above the sink. I smiled, and it was the same face that had always smiled back at me. Yet it wasn't. It couldn't be, not with everything that had happened. The smile didn't last, and I looked away from the reflection. Villard's face floated through my mind and he was smiling too, laughing at me. I wondered if I could ever think of Diana without remembering what he'd done to her. How could I hold her without thinking about where his hands had been? It didn't make me proud, but there it was.
I stashed my gear under the cot and put on my web belt with the. 45 in its holster. I took its grip in my hand and pressed with all my strength until I could feel the little cross-hatchings against my skin. It was some relief. I felt better. I still had ten minutes and decided to drop in on Diana to see if she was awake. As I walked down the hall, past everyone going on shift or off, I realized the real reason I wanted to see her now instead of later. To get it over with. But I didn't like admitting it, even to myself.
The guard at the door to the ward checked my dogtags and found my name on a list.
"Okay, Lieutenant, knock and check with the nurse."
I went up to the closed door and gave a little rap on the frosted glass. I thought for a second that no one was going to answer. I could just go away. The door was opened by Rita, the nurse who had taken a liking to Kaz.
"Billy, come in," she whispered as she took me by the arm and pulled me into the room. There were four beds against the wall, empty except for the one by the window. Diana was asleep, her blonde hair framing her face. She looked better, now that she was cleaned up and in a fresh white room.
"She asked for you when she woke up an hour or so ago. Doctor Perrini gave her a sedative. She can't stay awake long. Sit by the bed, I'll let her know you're here."
"Wait," I said in a low voice. "How is she? Did she have any injuries… internal injuries, or anything?"
"She was beaten, but not on the face. She's badly bruised. She was a little confused and disoriented from the drugs she'd been injected with, but they're almost all out of her system now."
"Did she tell you what happened?"
Rita gave me a probing look, trying to figure out how much to tell me, and if I could take it. I didn't know the answer to that myself.
"Yes. They gave her chloral hydrate to knock her out when they moved her. That was after she tried to escape."
"Jesus." I wondered when that was. When I was having breakfast at the St. George Hotel? Or maybe while I was having coffee with Casselli? I went over to the chair by the bed and sat down. I didn't want to hear any more.
"Miss Seaton," Rita said, taking hold of Diana's hand. "You have a visitor. Can you wake up for me?"
Diana shook her head, as if she was dreaming, and mumbled something I couldn't understand. I wondered if she was lost in a strange city, too. Then her eyes opened.
"Billy."
"I'm here, Diana."
"Don't go..
I was about to tell her I had to, when her eyelids drooped and she was asleep again. "I have to go," I said anyway. I reached up and touched her forehead. It was cool, and she smiled, like a child hearing a lullaby as she drifts off to sleep.
"I do have to go," I said to Rita as I got up. "Tell her… I was here."
"I'll tell her you'll be back," she said with determination.
"Yeah, I'll be back. Later. I will."
"And bring that nice Polish guy with you," she said, the hardness in her eyes gone, the test passed.
I saw that nice Polish guy a few minutes later sitting with Harding at a corner table in the Officer's Mess. They had a beat up coffee pot, burned black on the bottom, and a plate of doughnuts on the table. The enlisted men's mess and kitchen were just across the hall, and the smell of army powdered eggs, burnt toast, and cigarettes drifting in almost killed what little appetite I had. They hadn't gotten around to whitewashing this part of the hospital, but the floor was clean and the red brick walls gave the room a cool, pleasant feel.