By
Beth Kauffman
Admiral
Harriman Nelson sat alone in the Observation Nose of his submarine Seaview, absently stroking the side of
his head deep in thought as he stared out the huge windows in front of
him. The mission they’d just finished, a
collaboration with the Scripps Institute and the
“Well,
that was a pretty smooth mission,” Lee Crane, captain of the submarine said
with a big smile on his face as he entered the Observation Nose and seated
himself in a chair beside Nelson, diverting his attention from his musings
slightly.
“Yes, yes
it was,” Nelson said distractedly as his eyes never left the view before him.
“What’s
that tone mean?” Lee asked with a laugh.
“You don’t like cruises that don’t have any problems? No monsters?
No aliens or…”
“Oh, yes
I like them just fine! I’ve just been
sitting here going over in my mind some of the findings we’ve made on this
cruise,” Nelson said with a big smile.
“There’s enough data to keep me busy for awhile.”
“So why
aren’t you down in your lab going over some of the results? Not that I’m not glad you’re taking a little
downtime for yourself. You don’t spend
enough time relaxing.”
Nelson
waved a dismissive hand in Lee’s direction.
“Downtime…who needs downtime?” he asked with a lopsided smile on his
face. “It’s overrated.”
“You mean
to tell me the thought of sitting around doing nothing is unpleasant to you?”
“Not
exactly unpleasant. Just…all right…unpleasant
is a good word,” he said laughing as he glanced over at Lee, astounded once
more at the easy camaraderie he had developed with the young man by his side. “There’s just too much to do to sit
around…relaxing.”
“And yet,
here you are,” Lee said, enjoying the light banter he was having with the man
he considered his best friend. The two
had a friendship Lee couldn’t remember ever having with anyone else, and that
included Chip Morton. Although Chip was
closer to him in age, their conversations were…different than what he always
had with Nelson and it still surprised him the depth of feeling he had for the
man beside him, more like a brother than a friend.
“Well,
all this relaxing is getting nothing
done,” Nelson said as he rose from his seat and stretched. “Think I will
head down to the lab and start looking over some of the…”
What he was about to say was interrupted by an
urgent voice on the intercom.
“Admiral? It’s Chief
Sharkey. I’m in the Circuitry Room,
sir. Do you think you could come down
here? We’ve got problems.”
“What
kind of problems, Chief?” Nelson asked as he grabbed a nearby microphone,
worried at the slight tremble in the chief’s voice.
“I…I
found something in the circuits. It…it
looks like a bomb, sir.”
“I’ll be
right there,” Nelson said harshly after a quick second to control the sudden
rush of adrenaline that shot through him and began to head from the room. Stopping
quickly by the plotting table, he leaned towards his executive officer. “Chip, how much water are we in?”
“Fifteen
thousand feet keel to bottom,” he said quickly, already having obtained the
answer as soon as he’d heard the call from Sharkey.
“Damn! Plot a new course now!” Nelson yelled as he headed out the hatch. “Find the shallowest water and head there at flank! Find us a plateau to drop down on if you can!”
With
that, Nelson, followed by Crane, raced out of the Control Room as Chip ordered the
course changes quickly.
~O~
Running
rapidly down the corridors, Nelson’s heart raced as scenarios and possibilities
passed swiftly through his mind as he tried to anticipate what he would find
waiting for him. After what seemed an eternity, he entered the Circuitry Room
on a run and stopped short when he saw Chief Sharkey and Seaman Kowalski
standing with grim faces inside the room. Sharkey merely pointed a shaking
finger to the rather large device embedded in the circuits. Walking slowly to
the panels, Nelson gasped as he saw wires going off in all directions from a
large box planted squarely in the middle of the main panels with a countdown
already at twenty-five minutes.
Sensing
Lee had followed him, he said without turning, “Lee, find me some tools.”
Going to
a nearby locker, Lee pulled instruments from it and brought them to Nelson who
laid them at his feet.
“I want
everyone out of here. Now! Clear this corridor and get the crew as far
away from here as possible. You too, Lee!” Nelson said without looking at him
as he began to trace the wires, his mind racing.
“Admiral,
I should stay. I can help you!”
“Lee, I
don’t have time to argue. I need you alive to take care of Seaview and her crew if this goes wrong! Go! I need to think and I
can’t do that with you here!”
Lee
hesitated for a moment as fear filled him for Nelson and the boat. Finally he
acknowledged Nelson’s order and headed for the door. Stopping, he pulled a mic from its cradle, turned it on to transmit and walked
back to Nelson, passing it through the straps on top of his shirt and draping
it over his shoulder. “So we can hear you if you need anything,” he said
briefly as he clasped him quickly on the shoulder. He headed for the door and
started to leave the room but stopped and looked back at Nelson, wondering
briefly if it would be the last time he saw him alive.
As if he
could sense Crane’s thoughts, Nelson turned and stared at him for a moment
before nodding briefly. Lee smiled weakly, then left, closing the door behind
him.
Relieved
to be alone, Nelson continued to trace the wires through the circuitry,
attempting to figure out how to defuse the bomb. “I think I recognize this type
of bomb. I’ve seen a device much like this one before but it’s been awhile. Same layout though,” Nelson said quietly as
he began to work at separating the wires and figuring out how to defuse the
complicated device. “I need to cut the wires in a certain sequence or she’ll
blow. Then I need to isolate the explosive from the trigger. Just need to
remember…”
An
eternity seemed to pass before Nelson sighed. “I’ve got the sequence. I’m
disconnecting the wires one by one. Say a prayer I’m right,” he said softly.
Time
passed as if in slow motion as the crew waited for Nelson to finish defusing
the bomb, their hearts in their throats as they knew they were all in danger.
“All
right. Wires cut. I’m isolating the
explosive now,” he said in a hushed voice.
Time
seemed to stop as silence came from the Circuitry Room, then they heard Nelson
sigh heavily. “I…I think that’s got it,” he said breathlessly. “Countdown has
stopped. I’m removing the bomb now.”
Nelson
ran a shaking hand over his eyes and knelt by the device, pondering who could
have planted it and why.
Shortly
after that, Nelson heard the door being opened and felt Lee kneel by his side,
gazing at him in concern.
“You all
right?” he asked as he took in Nelson’s pale features.
Nelson
nodded briefly. “I am now. This was too close.”
“Yes, it
was,” Lee said as he stared at the countdown that was stopped at three minutes.
“Who would do this?”
“I don’t
know. Find out who was on duty in here and question them. Connecting this took
time. Find out if anyone was seen coming or going from here,” Nelson said, his
eyes never leaving the device before him. “This bomb would have taken out all
our major systems and in all likelihood we would have endured a slow death from
asphyxiation if we weren’t crushed to death first when we dropped below crush
depth. We would have been dead, literally, on the bottom of the sea.”
“Never to
be seen again,” Lee whispered.
“It looks
as though there’s enough explosive here to damage us pretty badly,” Nelson said
as he rose with the device in his hands. “I need to get this to my lab where I
have the tools to remove the explosive from the device to render it completely
safe. Make sure there’s no chance…”
Nelson stopped speaking and started in fear as he heard the unmistakable sound
of ticking resume and saw the numbers begin to click downward again.
“No…God
no,” he said in anguish.
“Admiral…what
is it?”
“There’s
a secondary trigger,” he said in fear as he watched the seconds begin to count
down again. “Set to go off shortly after the device is removed is my guess.
Damn it! I didn’t think of that! I need to try to get it off the boat now,
there’s no time to try to defuse it again!”
Going
over quickly in his mind all the possible places he could eject, flush or
simply drop the device overboard, he formulated a last ditch plan, hoping he
had time. “Clear the Missile Room and all the corridors leading to it. Now!” he
yelled as he quickly headed out of the room with the bomb in his hands, hearing
Lee broadcast his orders to the ship.
As Nelson
ran through the passageways, he cursed his laxity as he knew he had messed up.
He should have known a device as complicated and sophisticated as this one
would have a back-up plan. If he could get it to the Missile Room, he could
eject the bomb out through the diving chamber, or at the least contain the
explosion in it, and they may just escape with minimal damage. If he could
reach it in time.
He got to
the Missile Room quickly, relieved to find it empty and headed for the dive
chamber, placed the bomb carefully inside, closed and dogged the hatch and
began to fill the chamber with water, intending to expel the bomb out the
chamber.
And it
might have worked with just a little more time, he thought briefly as he heard
the explosion rip the chamber apart and felt himself flung backwards as the
dive chamber door exploded outward hitting him and knocking him into a rack of
dive equipment. “So close. I’m sorry,”
he thought as pain exploded in his head and chest and darkness claimed him.
~O~
Lee Crane, a few seconds behind Nelson, stopped in his tracks as he heard the explosion come from the Missile Room and felt the submarine shudder. Grief filled him as knew without a doubt that Admiral Nelson, his friend and mentor, was dead. How could he not be dead? His legs shaking, he raced into the room and saw water pouring from the remains of the dive chamber, spreading rapidly across the floor.
“Damage Control to the Missile Room!
“Skipper!” he heard Kowalski behind him yell. “Is the admiral…?”
“Where is he, Ski? Can you see him?” Lee yelled, his heart pounding in fear.
Kowalski searched frantically then yelled, “There he is! Under the dive chamber door!” he said as he pointed to a pile of rubble in the center of the room. Crane’s heart sank when he spotted an arm poking out from under the remains of the hatch. Running to him, the two men pulled the door off him. Lee reached a hand out to Nelson’s neck, praying hard he felt a pulse, his heart stopping when he couldn’t find it. “No…no, Admiral. Please.” And then faintly he felt a slight, weak pulse beneath his fingers and he stared in amazement at Nelson, then groaned aloud as he saw the left side of his head was a mass of blood.
“Skipper. Is he…?” Kowalski whispered in shock as he saw the blood pouring down the admiral’s head and saw his pale features.
“He’s alive, Ski. Just,” he said as his focus remained on Nelson, unmindful of the crewmen pouring into the room to effect repairs to the damaged submarine.
“Captain, let me in there,” he heard Will Jamieson, Seaview’s doctor call and he scooted backward to let the medical team get to Nelson. He watched as the Chief Medical Officer checked the admiral, his tight lips telling Crane the news wasn’t good.
“Mike, get him hooked up to the heart monitor. Danny, get him on oxygen and keep tracking his vitals,” Jamieson said to the corpsmen that had accompanied him as he continued to access Nelson’s condition. “Eyes unequal. Pupil on the left side blown. Reflexes sluggish. Damn it! There’s bleeding in his ears. Danny, what are his vitals?”
“Respiration is…12! Pulse is 40 and dropping. BP is…Doc! I’ve lost his pulse!” Corpsman Danny Watkins shouted as the heart monitor Mike had just attached to Nelson began to wail.
“Damn it!” Jamieson swore. “Charge the defibrillator! Danny, get me 1 milligram of epinephrine!” he yelled as he started chest compressions. “Monitor his breathing. Keep a check on his oxygenation levels!”
“Defibrillator charged and ready, Doc!” Danny called.
“Clear!” Jamieson yelled as he took the paddles and placed them to Nelson’s chest, flinching slightly as the admiral’s body jerked as the electricity flowed through him.
Lee watched the scene as if he were in a dream; knowing Doc was doing all he could to save the life of Admiral Nelson. All around him he heard the crew repairing the damage to the dive chamber, not really noticing he knelt in ice cold sea water. He couldn’t die. Admiral Nelson could not die. It wasn’t something Lee considered to be a possibility. He’d never had the chance to tell him how much his friendship had meant to him over the years and now the thought he might never get the chance ever again filled him with despair. In anguish he watched the life and death struggle before him and felt his hope begin to slip away when Nelson didn’t respond, the hope replaced by a dark emptiness as the minutes ticked by. He shook his head slightly as if to ward off the thought of the admiral dying…of his being dead… and clenched his jaw. No. He wouldn’t allow the briefest spark of hope he had be blown out: Nelson would live. He had to. The thought of his friend, his mentor, no longer being there, no longer being alive was too hard to contemplate.
The life and death struggle continued on as Jamieson fought to bring his commanding officer and friend back from death. All around him, a hushed silence from the work crews filled the air and he risked a quick look at the men that a few moments ago had been boisterously working on saving the boat. Standing in drenched clothing, the men stood side by side staring in anxiety at the scene that was playing out before them. He locked eyes for a second with Kowalski who stood by the remains of the dive chamber, water no longer pouring into the compartment, and grimaced at the fear on the young man’s face. Nelson couldn’t die. He had to make sure that didn’t happen.
Turning back to his patient, he increased his efforts to save the man before him.
Finally, the crew let out a breath they didn’t know they had been holding when after what seemed an eternity they heard Jamieson say softly, “He’s back,” And heard the heart monitor begin to beep again as if to attest to his words.
Lee felt relief flow through him when he heard the words but was reluctant to believe. “He…he’s alive?”
“Barely. He’s hurt badly, Captain. I need to get him to
“Doc?” Lee said. “Will he…?”
“I don’t know, Skipper. He’s hurt badly as I said. I need to go.
Stay away from
Seeing the stricken look in Crane’s eyes, he softened his tone. “Don’t give up hope. I’ll do all I can. You know he’s a fighter. Remember that. Hold on to that,” he said as he clasped Crane on the shoulder as he left quickly to follow the stretcher out the door.
Crane watched as Nelson was carried from the room; his heart aching and dread forming a pool in his stomach as he pondered his friend’s fate.
“Lee? How bad is it?”
He turned to see Chip Morton beside him, his face carefully bland.
“I…I don’t know. He was barely alive when I got here then Jamie came in and he…he died.”
“What?” Chip yelled as shock marred his face.
“His heart stopped, Chip. But…Doc got him back. I just don’t know…I don’t know if he’s going to be all right.”
“What happened?”
“It looks like he put the bomb in the dive chamber, trying to confine the blast or expel the bomb and the hatch blew back into him when it went off.”
“Wow. Doc will do everything he can, Lee. You know he’s good at what he does. And the admiral…”
“…is a fighter. Yeah I know, Chip. It’s just…there was so much blood. And when I first got to him, I couldn’t find a pulse. I…” he stopped what he was about to say and straightened. He couldn’t let the men see his concern, his fear for Nelson. He had to hope that…no…he had to believe he was going to be all right.
“We need to figure out who did this,” Crane said angrily, his jaw clenched tight. “Who was on duty in the Circuitry Room?”
“Seaman Bowers. We uh…we found his body in the Circuitry Room, Lee. It looks like someone hit him pretty hard on the back of his head. He’s dead.”
“Then we have no idea who may have planted the bomb. That’s great. We can’t worry about that right now. We need to get Seaview stabilized. Let’s get to work getting this boat back to normal,” he said resolutely as he headed off to supervise the work crews, praying Nelson would live and they would find the person responsible.
~O~
Several long hours passed as the Seaview’s crew repaired the damage done by the bomb and as they awaited word on Admiral Nelson’s condition.
After what seemed an eternity,
Crane heard Jamieson call him down to the
Opening the door, he entered the softly lit room, searching for Nelson. His gaze landed on the form lying silent and still on a gurney in the center of the room, Jamieson hovering over him. Beeping from the heart monitor attested to the fact Nelson still lived. As if he knew Crane was there, the doctor peeked over his shoulder then stepped back, giving the captain a better view of his friend. Crane’s eyes went from Jamieson’s tired face to Nelson and stared in shock as he saw the tube snaking from the admiral’s mouth and heard the unmistakable hiss of oxygen being forced into his lungs.
“A…a respirator, Jamie?” he asked in horror as he walked to Nelson’s side, staring down at the body of Admiral Nelson, bandages wrapped about his chest, his left arm encased in plaster and a large bandage covering the left side of his bruised face.
“I’m afraid so,” Jamieson said sadly. “We lost him again shortly after we got him here. His heart restarted but…he’s not able to breathe on his own right now.”
“How…how bad is it?”
“His condition is critical. He has a pretty bad head injury and some broken ribs to go along with it. His left arm is broken, too as you can see. It looks as though he may have tried to protect himself by flinging his arm up. The head injury may have been worse if he hadn’t.”
“How bad is the head injury?” Crane asked.
“His skull is fractured I’m afraid. The gash on his head needed a few stitches to close. That was the source of all the blood by the way,” he said looking down at Nelson for a moment. “There were two points of impact. The point in front on the left temporal lobe is where in all likelihood the chamber door smashed into his head. But there’s another point in the back where the force of the blast must have thrown him into the racks of dive equipment. It’s the frontal injury that is the most concerning.”
“That’s where the fracture is?” Lee asked, his eyes never leaving Nelson’s still form, watching him as the machine breathed for him.
“Yes it is. There’s some evidence of bleeding on the brain which we’re trying to control right now. How much damage may have been done by the blast and by the bleeding…I just don’t know right now.”
“Damage? As in brain damage?” he asked in anxiety, his eyes shooting up to Jamieson who refused to meet his gaze.
“I’m afraid so. He’s slipped into a coma and isn’t responding to any stimulus. There’s no response to pain or verbal commands at all. We…I…I just don’t know if it’s permanent or not,” he finished softly, his fear palpable.
“Jamie! I…I can’t believe…” Crane stopped what he was about to say as he turned his gaze back to Nelson who lay so unnaturally still.
“It’s a miracle he’s still alive, Lee,” Jamieson said, deliberately using his name not his rank. “He’s hanging on by a thread right now. I…I don’t know what else I can do for him.”
“What do you mean? Jamie, you’re the best there is! What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I mean I’m not a neurologist. I have training in it yes but I’m not a specialist and that’s what he needs right now. If I do the wrong thing, make the wrong choice…I may cost him his life. Or worse,” he finished softly.
“Worse? What would be worse than his dying?”
Jamie was silent for a long time and fear filled Crane as he watched Jamie struggle to answer. “He may be in what we call a persistent vegetative state, Lee. That, for him, would be worse,” he said quietly, his voice breaking slightly.
Lee stared in horror at the CMO of Seaview, not wanting to believe the words he had heard. Admiral Harriman Nelson, creator of the submarine Seaview, founder of the Nelson Institute of Marine Research, four-star admiral, architect of more inventions than he could remember and his best friend in a vegetative state? His heart dropped as he pondered the ramifications. No! He just couldn’t be virtually brain dead! It was too unfair, too horrible to even contemplate and he turned away from the body lying seemingly dead before him and struggled to control the emotions that welled up inside him.
“Lee, I said it was a possibility. Not a certainty. He’s hurt badly right now. Once his brain has begun to heal, the bleeding stopped, we’ll know more.”
“What do we do in the meantime for him?” Lee asked turning back around after he had regained his composure.
“We have to keep monitoring the
pressure that’s building inside his head right now and hope it begins to
subside soon. Beyond that, I…I don’t
know,” he said quietly, his eyes never leaving his patient. “How far away from
“We’re about two days from
Crane watched as Jamieson stared at Nelson, his lips clenched tight. “He needs specialized treatment, Lee. I can’t do anything for him here.”
“What about the Flying Sub? She can make
“Yes, yes she could. I just…”
“What? Jamie what is it?”
“It’s dangerous to fly him back on FS-1. Same if we did a sea rescue. A helicopter would take longer than FS-1 also. There’s too great a chance of his head being jostled in flight. Plus, the altitude could be dangerous. I…I just don’t know what to do.”
Crane stared at Jamieson in shock for a time. He’d never known Jamie to be so uncertain. “Jamie,” he said reaching a hand out to clasp his shoulder. “What is it? I’ve never know you to be so uncertain. As a matter of fact, you haven’t seemed yourself this whole trip. What is it?”
Jamieson’s face clouded over and his features became like stone. “Nothing is the matter, Captain. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t been any different on this cruise than any other.”
“All right, take it easy. What do we do for him?” he asked as he turned his gaze back to his friend, so unnaturally still.
“Let…let me consult with one of the
neurologist’s, Dr. Bradley, back at the
As if there was any way he was
leaving Nelson right now. “Admiral, it’s
Lee. I’m here. You’re in
“Seaview’s all right. You saved the ship. The bomb did some damage in the Missile Room but, we’re all right. It could have been so much worse. We’re running on the surface as fast as we can back home. You need to fight, sir. Come back to us. Don’t give up. Please.”
Crane stared down at Nelson and watched, waited and prayed for some slight sign that Nelson heard him but saw nothing, heard nothing except for the beep of the monitor and the wheeze of the ventilator. He reached down and grabbed Nelson’s hand in his and squeezed. “I’m squeezing your hand, Admiral. Can you feel it? Squeeze it back if you can,” he said. The brief flicker of hope he had fled as defeat, fear and dread filled him when there was no response. What if this was all they had? What if Nelson never got back to what he had been? What would that mean for him? For Seaview? For the Institute? Or for the world? He shook his head and felt panic begin to rise in him as he pondered a life without the man that lay before him: a dark, empty life.
~O~
How long Crane stood by the admiral, staring, hoping, and praying for any sign he heard him he didn’t know. Suddenly he was aware of a presence behind him and he turned watching as Jamie slowly walked to the admiral’s side and stared down at him.
“Well?” Lee asked quietly.
Jamieson started as if he had forgotten he wasn’t alone.
“Oh, Jon - Dr. Bradley - thinks it’s better to keep him here on board rather than subject him to flying. I asked him if he could meet us out here. I’d feel better if someone with an expertise in head injuries was here. Could you have someone fly back to the Institute and pick him up?”
“Of course, if you think that’s best.”
“I do. I’m…I would just feel better right now having an expert here.”
Lee stared hard at Jamieson, trying to remember the last time he’d heard such defeat, such uncertainty in his voice, and couldn’t. “I’ll set it up now,” Lee said quietly as he leaned over Nelson. “I have to go, Admiral. But I’ll be back. Just keep fighting to come back to us.” Rising, he cast a quick glance back at Nelson and Jamieson before heading quickly out the door.
Jamie heard Crane’s voice telling him he was setting up the flight and heard his whispered words to Nelson but he made no motion to show he had. He lowered his head and squeezed his eyes closed as he pondered his indecision regarding Admiral Nelson’s care and condition. He just couldn’t think right now. Too much was going on in his mind and he seemed at a loss as to how to care for the man before him. Deep down inside he knew that right now he was very capable of making a mistake that Nelson - all of them - would pay for if he let that happen.
~O~
Crane walked quickly to the Control
Room, his emotions tamped down as he tried to put the admiral’s condition from
his mind. Entering, he walked quickly to
“Chip? Have the Flying Sub made ready for launch,” he said as he saw Morton walk to him, questions in his eyes.
“Kowalski! Ready the Flying Sub. Make sure she’s ready for launch. Chief Sharkey, help him out,” Chip called.
“Aye sir,” Sharkey answered as he walked to the FS-1 hatch.
“What’s going on, Lee? Is the admiral being flown back to a hospital?” Morton asked in a hushed voice.
Crane motioned Chip away from the crewmen standing nearby at their duty stations. “No, he’s staying here. Doc said his condition is too critical to fly anywhere right now but he needs expert care. Both he and Dr. Bradley back at the Institute think it’s too dangerous for him to fly.”
“Then why the Flying Sub?”
“Doc wants this Dr. Bradley to fly out here and take care of the admiral. Jamie feels he needs a neurologist to take care of him.”
“It’s that bad?” Morton asked, his eyes hooded and his face a mask.
For a long time Crane was silent as he fought to control the emotions welling up in him. “He…Jamie said the admiral’s skull is fractured,” Lee whispered. “He…he’s in a coma, Chip. No response, no movement. He’s just…so still. And he isn’t breathing on his own.”
“My God! He’s on a ventilator?” Morton asked in shock as the mask slipped from his face.
At Crane’s brief nod, Morton struggled to regain his composure. The thought of the admiral being on a ventilator, unable to breathe on his own, was appalling. He knew the admiral had been hurt badly but to know he seemed so close to dying astounded him.
“Skipper!”
Crane walked to the phone and took it quickly, trying to ignore the slight shake to his hands.
“Dr. Bradley, this is Captain Crane. Dr. Jamieson has asked us to fly back to the Institute to pick you up and bring you out here. The Flying Sub should be there by…?” He looked to Chip for a time.
“Should be there by 1400 hours.”
“Should be there by 1400 hours. Can you be ready by then?”
“I’m ready now. Gathered everything I required in a fairly short time as soon as Jamie told me what he needed. Has there been any change?”
“No. Not at all. I’ll have my men pick you up.”
“I’ll be waiting, Captain.”
“Crane out.”
“Skipper? The Flying Sub’s ready to go,” Chief Sharkey called from the hatch leading to the Flying Sub as Kowalski climbed the ladder back up to the Observation Nose.
“Thanks, Chief,” he said as he and
Chip walked to them. “Ski, you and the
Chief will fly back to
“Aye, sir,” Kowalski said hesitantly. “But, Captain…the admiral…how badly is he hurt?”
Crane was silent for a time as he tried to control the tremble in his voice enough to answer. “He’s hurt pretty badly. He has a fractured skull, Ski. He’s in a coma and… he’s on a ventilator. Doc said he’s hanging on by a thread. This Dr. Bradley’s a specialist.”
“A ventilator?” Ski asked quietly, shock and horror on his face.
Sharkey’s face mirrored Kowalski’s as the realization their commanding officer was so near death hit him. “So, the admiral’s gonna be all right once this special doctor gets here, right Skipper?” Sharkey asked as he shrugged into his flight jacket, eager to get moving.
“I hope so, Chief. Doc doesn’t know when, or if, the admiral will come out of it.”
“If, sir? You can’t mean the admiral isn’t going to make it, do you?” Kowalski asked in shock.
“We don’t really know. Right now’s he’s fighting to stay alive. We just have to…hope he has enough fight in him to…to come back to us. Now, get ready to fly back to NIMR.”
“Yes sir,” Sharkey said as he tried to control his feelings. The thought of the admiral never waking up…dying…well it just couldn’t happen. It just couldn’t.
Crane and Morton watched as Sharkey and Kowalski headed back down the ladder and announced they were ready to launch.
“Launch Flying Sub,” Morton said calmly.
“Flying Sub away, sir.”
Morton turned back to see Lee staring out the window of the great submarine, his face betraying his fear and worry.
“Lee…he’ll be all right. He’s come through so much. He’ll come through this,” Morton said, laying a hand on Crane’s shoulder.
“I know, Chip. But Jamie seemed so defeated…so unsure. I’ve never seen him like that. It’s like…he’s given up on the admiral.”
“You can’t mean that. Jamie would never give up on anyone. Let alone the admiral!” Morton said.
“I know. I know. I just…”
“Just what?”
“He’s so still, Chip,” he said turning his eyes to Chip’s. “And the ventilator…I just can’t get it out of my mind, seeing him having a machine breathe for him and seeing him under all that rubble. And watching him die…”
“Hey, he isn’t dead! Stop acting like he is! It’s like you and Jamie have already decided he doesn’t have a chance and have him buried! Stop it! As long as he’s still alive, there’s hope.”
Lee turned his eyes to Chip in shock. Chip Morton was one of the steadiest, calmest men he’d ever known and it was a surprise to hear him raise his voice to him.
“You’re right, Chip. I…I’m sorry.”
“You don’t owe me an apology, Lee. The admiral maybe when he wakes up and finds out you gave up on him. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes when that happens.”
“Well, let’s not tell him. OK?”
“Sounds good to me. Now, how about we go see how he’s doing?”
Nodding shortly, the two officers
walked to the
~O~
Entering the
“Jamie?’ Crane called as he slowly walked to Nelson’s bedside.
The doctor looked up, his eyes clouded and his face a mask of fear. Sighing heavily, he stood up. “Dr. Bradley on his way?”
“Yes. Sharkey and Kowalski left a few minutes ago,” Lee said, his eyes turning to Nelson who lay silent and still. “Is he…?”
“He’s no better. No worse and no better.”
“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” Chip asked, his face not showing the abhorrence he felt at the sight of Admiral Nelson hooked up to a heart monitor and IVs. But the ventilator…that was the worst. Knowing the admiral was incapable of breathing on his own sent shivers of alarm through him. What if he never woke up? What if he stayed just the way he was now: alive but not. Nothing would ever be the same. Seaview would never be the same. The Institute would never be the same. His gaze turned to Lee who stared down at the comatose man in abject fear. Lee would never be the same. He shook his head at the turn his thoughts had taken as he felt the same fear and pessimism he had chastised Lee for embed in him. Drawing himself up, he closed off the thoughts and worries that had flowed through him and sighed.
Pulling up a chair, Chip sat by his commanding officer’s side and leaned forward; his hand reaching out to Nelson’s lying pale and unmoving on the stark white sheets. “Admiral? It’s Chip. I know you can hear me. I want you to come back to us. Seaview needs you, sir. We all do. Try, sir,” he whispered to the comatose man, actually believing for a moment that Nelson would open his eyes, smile and ask what he was doing there. But the eyes remained closed, the hand beneath his still and he lowered his head as grief filled him.
Knowing the feelings Chip was having mirrored the ones he had, Crane laid his hand on Morton’s shoulder, sharing his sorrow. Turning to Jamieson, he asked quietly, “Jamie, what is this Dr. Bradley going to do for the admiral that you haven’t already?”
Jamieson, his eyes hooded, shrugged. “I…I don’t know that he can do anything. I’m just not comfortable with having only my own judgment to go on. Bradley is a neurologist and if I’ve missed something, he’ll know. Plus, there’s the chance he may need surgery before we get back to port. I don’t feel comfortable doing that. I’m not qualified to do that.”
“What kind of surgery?” Chip asked rising from his chair.
“The pressure on the admiral’s brain is increasing. If it continues, his brain will be damaged from the pressure. To stop that, it may be necessary to burr a hole into his skull to relieve the pressure or, more invasively, a craniotomy to remove the blood clot itself. He can do that.”
“And you can’t?” Morton asked, trying to hide his feelings of what may be ahead for the admiral.
Jamieson was silent for a long time as he stared down at his patient. “I wouldn’t trust myself to do that, no,” he said quietly.
Crane and Morton looked at each other in surprise. The tone of Jamieson’s voice and his posture all screamed dread, and that dread began to fill them even more.
“I…I’ll leave you two here with him for a moment,” he said as he headed for his office. “I’ll be right back.”
“My God, Chip! I’ve never seen Jamie so beaten, so unsure!”
“I know. I mean, I know he isn’t a neurologist but…I guess I just always assumed he could take care of any health problem. He just looks so worried.”
“Well, we can’t worry about him right now. One thing we do have to worry about is who planted that bomb? Someone on board wanted us on the bottom of the sea,” Lee said, his jaw clenched in anger.
“But who? And why?”
“I don’t know. But we better find out before we hit port or whoever it is will high tail it.”
“What do you propose we do?” Morton asked.
Crane was silent for a minute. “Check personnel records. See who’s new. We can start there at least.”
“All right. One more thing though. The Flying Sub’s going to be arriving at the Institute shortly. You might want to let Angie know what’s going on.”
“Yeah, I thought of that. She hears the Flying Sub coming in and leaving, she’s going to know something’s up.”
“That and she needs to know what’s going on here so she can make up a story for the media. As soon as word gets out about the admiral…the press is going to be all over us.”
“That’s the last thing we need. You check the files and I’ll face Angie,” Lee said with a frown, knowing she was going to be as devastated as they all were about the admiral’s condition.
Chip headed out to start checking files and seeing who onboard may have wanted to put a bomb on the boat. Lee headed to Doc’s office to tell him he would be gone for a bit and was shocked to see him sitting with his head in his hands.
“Jamie? Chip and I have some things to take care of. We’ll be back. Let us know if…”
“I’ll let you know if there’s any change.”
At Lee’s nod, Jamie called to him. “Skipper… you know I’ll do everything I can for him, don’t you?”
Turning back, Lee saw the misery on Jamie’s face. “Of course I know that, Jamie. I trust you implicitly. I just wish you trusted yourself.”
Jamie just lowered his head and nodded.
“I’ll be back. I need to warn Angie what’s happening before she hears the Flying Sub landing.”
“Ah, good plan. She does need to know doesn’t she?”
After a quick look to Nelson who was being attended to by one of the corpsmen, Crane left the Sick Bay and headed for his cabin, not really wanting to make the call to the Institute that he knew he needed to make. Angie was Admiral Nelson’s secretary but she was more than that. The two were close friends also and Angie had spent many hours at Nelson’s bedside in the past and it looked as though she may get a chance to do that again once they reached port.
Entering his cabin quickly he sat
at his desk and reached for the intercom button. “
“Aye sir,”
A short moment later and
He reached out to the view phone on the corner of his desk and pushed a button, watching as it flickered to life.
“Lee? What’s up? You’re supposed to be back in port shortly! You miss me?” she asked, smiling.
“Something’s happened, Angie. I wanted to warn you.”
“Warn me? About what?” she asked her face hardening slightly as she waited for what she knew was going to be bad news.
“There’s been an accident. There was a bomb planted onboard. It was connected to all the vital systems of the boat. Admiral Nelson tried to defuse it. We thought he had but there was a secondary trigger set to go off shortly after the device had been removed from the circuits. He…decided the only way to deal with it since he didn’t have the time to defuse it was to try to get it off the boat. He ran to the Missile Room and placed it in the dive chamber and tried to eject it out the top.”
“What happened?” she asked in a small voice when Lee stopped for a moment to gather his thoughts.
“The…the bomb went off before he could eject it. The dive chamber hatch blew back into the admiral and hit him in the head and chest. He was thrown backwards into a rack of dive equipment.”
“Is…is he all right? No, of course he isn’t,” she said before Lee could answer. “That’s why you’re calling. How…how badly is he hurt?”
Lee struggled to answer and fear flared in Angie. “Oh Lee! Tell me he isn’t dead! Please…”
“No, Angie! No, he’s alive! But…he’s hurt pretty badly.”
“How badly?” she asked as she narrowed her gaze and stared at Crane closely.
“He…he has some broken ribs, a broken arm and…a fractured skull.”
“A fractured…how bad?” she asked again, knowing there was more.
Lee lowered his head, not wanting to tell her all. “He went into cardiac arrest twice. The last time…he’s not breathing on his own right now. He’s on a ventilator. He’s…he’s in a coma, Angie,” he finished, his voice hushed.
Angie was silent and Lee looked up to see her with her eyes closed and her head lowered. After a moment, she looked up, tears glistening on her eyelashes. “What does Jamie say? Is he going to be all right?” she asked, her voice trembling as a tear slipped from one eye and ran down her cheek.
Crane turned away and Angie knew the answer to her question was not going to be something she wanted to hear and she braced herself.
“Jamie says he…he doesn’t know if the admiral is going to pull through or if he will ever regain consciousness.”
“What? You mean he may never wake up? But not be…dead?” she whispered in horror.
A brief nod was all Lee could
manage as he found himself unable to look her in the eye. “Jamie has asked a neurologist on consult to the
“Jamie has asked someone else to take care of Admiral Nelson? I…I’m kind of shocked.”
“Yeah me too. He’s been acting strangely this whole trip, Angie. He just seems so unsettled…uncertain. He said the admiral may need surgery to relieve the pressure on his brain and wants this Bradley to be onboard if that’s the case.”
“Can’t you just fly the admiral back here?”
“Jamie and Dr. Bradley both feel he shouldn’t fly right now. It’s too dangerous.”
“Oh Lee. I…I wish I could do something…anything,” she said as tears spilled from her eyes as she thought of her boss…her friend…being hurt so badly and so close to dying. A sense of hopelessness filled her before she remembered the strength Admiral Nelson had always exhibited. He’d make it. He had to. “When…when will you be back in port?”
“We had to make some repairs and we’re limping back now. We should be back by tomorrow night. I wanted you to know so you can make some kind of cover story if the media finds out. We don’t want anyone to know how badly the admiral is hurt. His enemies would pounce on this.”
“Yes they would. Don’t worry. I’ll make up a good cover story if we need it,” she said resolutely. “Anything else I can do?”
“Edith needs to be told,” he said quietly, not enjoying the thought of what her reaction to her brother’s condition was going to be.
“Of course. I’ll have her on a flight west as soon as I can set it up.”
“There’s something else you can do,” Crane said with a frown.
“Anything. Just tell me,” Angie said anxious to do anything to help.
“Check the personnel files for anyone that may look to be connected to someone that would have a grudge against the admiral or the Institute or…I don’t know.”
“Lee everyone on board is hand picked by the admiral. I don’t know what the chances are that someone would be hired by the admiral that would have it in for him.”
“I know,” he said rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. “I…I just don’t know where to look.”
“I’ll take care of it,” she said. “You take care of yourself. Get some rest. You look exhausted.”
“I can’t rest, Angie. Not until I know he’s going to be all right,” he said softly.
“I know how you feel but you’re not going to do him any good if you don’t get some rest. Maybe something will come to you if you get some sleep,” she said with a smile.
“Yes Mom. I’ll get some rest. OK?” he said with a smile.
“OK,” she said with an answering smile. “And Lee?”
“Yes?”
“Will…will you tell him when you see him that I said he needs to get better soon? There’s…there are all kinds of reports and…and files he needs to work on,” she said with a slight catch in her voice.
“I will. We’ll see you tomorrow night,” he said as he closed the connection.
He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, trying to rest for just a minute but the image of Nelson, blood pouring down his face, filled his mind and he sat up and smacked his hand down on his desk. Who had planted that bomb? Who on board was willing to die to kill all the rest? He threw himself back in his chair and thought, trying to come up with an answer.
“Skipper! FS-1 is being brought aboard now,” Morton’s voice called to him and he sat up quickly, shocked to find that he had fallen asleep.
“
Quickly making his way down the corridors to the room that held his best friend, he was surprised to find Dr. Bradley was already there seated at Nelson’s side, checking his new patient’s vital signs when he arrived.
He walked quietly to stand behind the doctor who seemed oblivious to anyone and everything except his patient.
Finally, he leaned back and looked up, noticing Crane. “Ah, Captain Crane! I’m Jon Bradley. It’s a pleasure to meet you, although the circumstances could be better,” he said as he rose and stretched out his hand.
“It’s a pleasure, Doctor. I apologize for not having met you. I was…detained.”
“Not a problem. I didn’t want to waste time. Wanted to get down here to see my newest patient as soon as I could.”
“Do you have an opinion, Jon?” Jamie, standing off to the side, asked.
“Well, I suspect you know what I found, Will.”
“Could you tell us what you think? What they need to hear,” Jamie said quietly.
“Well, what Admiral Nelson is
experiencing is a subdural hematoma. That is basically bleeding into the space between the skull
and the brain itself. There are many blood vessels that run through the brain
and in the spaces between the outside of the brain and the inside of the skull.
During a brain injury, any of these vessels can tear and bleed. Blood fills that space and begins to put
pressure on the brain itself causing swelling of the brain. If this swelling continues…the patient will
die,” he said matter-of-factly. “But…we’re
not going to let that happen. We’ll keep
a close eye on his vitals and check the pressure on his brain constantly. If the pressure rises to a detrimental level,
we’ll do surgery.”
“You
make it sound so easy,” Lee said.
“Easy? No.
Not easy. But, possible yes. Admiral Nelson’s brain has received a double
whammy so to speak. His brain was first
thrust forward into his skull when the hatch hit him and then was thrust in the
other direction when the back of his head impacted the diving equipment
rack. So we’re also dealing with a brain
concussion in addition to the hematoma.”
“That
just sounds so bad,” Morton said quietly.
“It
is. But, the brain is a remarkable
organ. Recovery is sometimes
breathtaking in its speed and sometimes agonizingly slow at others. We must wait,” he said, shrugging.
“And
the coma? Will he come out of that?” Lee
asked quietly.
“I
can’t really say for certain. Right now,
I would judge Admiral Nelson’s level of coma as the very deepest level of
comatose state. Long term effects I
can’t predict. Whether he responds and
recovers completely or suffers neurological, cognitive or physical damage…or he
remains as he is permanently…isn’t something I can foresee. The
statistics for patients with severe head injuries such as what Admiral Nelson
has experienced are not encouraging as only 25 percent to 30 percent of these
individuals have good long-term outcomes.
But from what I have heard about this
man,” he said turning is gaze to Nelson.
“I believe fully he will not give up and even now is fighting to come
back.”
“I hope
you’re right, Doctor. I really hope
you’re right,” Lee said as he stared at Nelson, fear filling him as he pondered
what Bradley had said.
“Can he
hear us?” Morton asked stepping nearer to Nelson.
“I have
read no research that says definitively that people in comas can hear what is going
on about them. Common sense says no but,
I believe on some level, he hears us but just cannot respond. Besides, what does it hurt to talk to him as
if he could hear?”
“Thank
you, Jon,” Jamie said quietly. “I know I
feel better having someone trained in brain injury here.”
“That’s
why I was hired on a consulting basis, wasn’t it? I have no other patients at the moment
fortuitously, so here I am. Now, let me
check those x-rays and see the results of the past neurological exams,” he said
to Jamie who showed him the way to his office.
~O~
The
next few hours seemed to pass slowly as the crew, who’d been informed of the severity of the injuries Nelson had
suffered saving their lives, waited anxiously for some good news to come from
the
Lee and
Chip were in the captain’s cabin going over personnel files and trying to come
up with a clue as to who could have planted the bomb when
“Lee, I
think I may have found something interesting in the crew files. Do you remember about a year ago the loss of
Sea Lab Triton?”
“Of
course I do! That explosion on the lab
killed five men. Two of them died
because we couldn’t get there in time to rescue them. They died from asphyxiation.”
“The
admiral was devastated by that,” Chip added.
“Why?”
“One of
the men on the Lab, one of the ones that didn’t die in the explosion, was named
Dave Howard.”
“Yes, I
remember Dave,” Lee said thoughtfully.
“Young guy fresh out of USC.
First job he’d held. The admiral was impressed by the research he’d
already done.”
“Well,
Dave had a twin brother named Derek.”
“I
remember him. Never met him but he
called the admiral a lot blaming him for the loss of the lab.”
“And
his brother,” Angie added. “There was
more communication between the admiral and Howard than he told you about. He didn’t want you to be involved. He thought you would just worry about him.”
“So he
kept it from me? Blast that man!”
“Look,
that’s all well and good but what does that have to do with the bomb?” Morton
broke in.
“This
is a picture of Dave Howard,” Angie said holding up a picture of a smiling man
in a white lab coat.
“Yes. So?”
“This
is a picture of a crewman that’s been on Seaview
for about six months. Name is Jack
Sandberg. Good credentials. All his work
history checks out. On the surface.”
“What
do you mean on the surface?”
“I mean
when I contacted a few of his past employers, they gave him glowing reports.”
“I’m
lost. What’s the problem then?”
“The
problem is this,” she said pointing to the picture of Sandberg. “Isn’t Jack Sandberg. It’s Derek Howard.”
“What?”
Crane said leaning forward to stare at the picture.
“I
tried to come up with anyone other than the usual suspects that would hate the
admiral enough to die to get back at him when I remembered Howard and all the
threats he’s made against the admiral: threats you two didn’t know about. He was so consumed by hatred for the admiral. When I was going over the personnel files of
any recent hires, I noticed the similarities in the pictures of Dave Howard and
Sandberg and I started contacting references on Sandberg’s resume. Everything checked out until on a whim I had
them send me a photo from their files.
That’s when I compared the picture on Sandberg’s NIMR employee ID card
and this,” she said holding up another picture of a man about the same age as
Howard but with darker features.
“How
did he get away with that? Where’s this
Sandberg now?” Lee asked angrily.
“No one
knows. All his old employers thought he
was working for NIMR. They were quite
happy for him.”
“Except
he isn’t working for us,” Chip said. “So
where is he?”
“I
contacted the Los Angeles Police Department and the FBI and let them know what
was going on. They started their own
investigation but the supposition is Sandberg is either dead or paid off to
leave the country and allow Howard to assume his identity.”
“Wow! You’ve been busy, Angie! We only contacted you 24 hours ago with the
news and you already figured it out. I’m
impressed,” Lee said with a smile.
“Well,
it isn’t confirmed yet,” she said with a slight smile. “But when it comes to people I care about - people
I think of as family - no one hurts them and gets away with it.”
Lee and
Chip were silent for a moment as they acknowledged the truth in her words and
found it echoed in their own minds.
“We
just have to find this Howard now,” Chip said breaking the silence.
“Yeah. If he was willing to kill all of us just to
get to the admiral…”
“What’s
stopping him from killing him before we get back to port? And we get back in about eight hours,” Lee
said. “We need to put protection on the
admiral and make sure Howard can’t get to him.
Now that we know who to look for we can protect him. Angie, great work. We’ll let you know what happens and we’ll see
you in a few hours.”
“I’ll
be at the
“No. Sorry Angie.
He’s fighting. You know he won’t
give up. Dr. Bradley’s been trying some
new therapies hoping they’ll show some results.”
“Therapies? What kind?”
“He’s
increasing the oxygen levels through the ventilator and giving him some new
drugs that have been proving beneficial to comatose patients. And he’s covering his body and his head in
cool sheets.”
“Cool…why?”
she asked wrinkling her forehead in confusion.
“Some
new untried therapy of his. Theory is it helps relieve the swelling and allows
the brain to heal more quickly by lowering the temperature of the body and brain
I guess.”
“Well,
I just hope it works,” she said with a slight catch in her voice.
“Yeah. We all do,” Lee said quietly. “We’ll see you soon. Stay strong, Angie. He’ll come back to us. I know he will.”
At
Angie’s tentative nod, Lee severed the connection and turned to Chip who was
pacing the small cabin restlessly.
“We
need to find this guy, Lee. Now. We can’t let him get away.”
“We
need to get some crewmen on this. We
don’t want to spook him and have him get away,” Lee said as he reached for the mic nearby.
“Chief
Sharkey and Seamen Kowalski and Patterson come to the captain’s cabin
immediately.”
“We’ll
fill them in on what Angie found out. We
don’t have any question of their loyalty to the admiral.”
A short
time later the three men arrived and were briefed on what Angie had found out.
“So you
mean to tell me this guy thought he’d kill all of us just to take out the
admiral? I mean it’s bad enough he wanted the admiral dead, but all of us?”
Sharkey sputtered angrily.
“Looks
that way, Chief,” Lee said angrily.
“Question
is, what do we do? Just grab him?”
Kowalski said. “’Cause I’m all up for
that. Believe me. No one does what he did to the admiral and
gets away with it.”
“We
have to move soon. We’re close to port. We don’t want him to get away,” Crane said.
“Sirs,
if he wanted the admiral dead and he didn’t care if he died too, well I don’t
think he’d just run,” Patterson said quietly.
“You’re
right, Pat,” Crane said rising quickly from his chair. “We need to get to the admiral now and put
protection on him. You three find some
men you trust and start looking for this Howard. You all know what he looks like. Don’t spook him but find him! Chip, you and I will head to the
All
five men headed out to do their best to protect the admiral. Lee and Chip walked quickly to the
“I’ve
wanted you dead for a long time Nelson and now I’ll have my revenge for my
brother,” he said loudly enough for the two Seaview
officers to hear as he reached up and switched off the ventilator. Alarm bells began to ring loudly as Nelson
stopped breathing, the heart monitor alarm echoing the frantic beep of the vent
alarm.
“NO!”
Crane yelled as he propelled himself into the room followed by Morton. Crane tackled Howard and struggled with him
as Morton tried to figure out how to turn the ventilator back on. He searched for signs of the
Trying
to remember what switch Howard had hit, he reached out and flicked one up,
praying with all he had it was the correct switch. He began to breathe again when Nelson did, his
chest rising and falling slowly, then turned just as Crane landed a punch to
Howard’s nose, smiling in satisfaction as he saw him slump to the ground. Grabbing him, Crane continued to rain punches
down on the unconscious man until Chip sprang to him, grabbing his arm and
stopping him.
“That
won’t help the admiral, Lee! It’s not
what he’d want! Stop it!” Chip yelled,
relaxing when Crane let go of Sandberg and watched him slide to the ground.
Taking
a deep breath, he nodded to Chip and hurried to Nelson’s side, kneeling by him
quickly. “Is he all right?’ he asked in concern, his hands on Nelson’s wrist
trying to find a pulse, ignoring the tell tale beep of the heart monitor, and
sighed in relief as he felt a faint beat beneath his fingers.
He sat
back on his heels and gazed at Nelson, relief filling him that they’d been in
time. “It’s all right, Admiral. We got the guy that did this,” he whispered
as he patted him gently on the shoulder.
“He won’t get away with what he did…what he tried to do. I promise you that.”
A moan
from the other side of the room from Watkins had Chip moving quickly to his
side as he tried to sit up.
“Easy,
Danny,” Chip said as he helped him sit up.
“What happened?”
“Some…some
guy came in…walloped me over the head.
He…Admiral Nelson! Is…is he all
right?” he asked in anxiety as he saw Crane hovered over his commanding
officer.
“I
think he’s all right, Danny,” Crane said.
“He turned the vent off but Chip restarted it. He could use someone to check him over
though.”
“Where
are Dr. Jamieson and Dr. Bradley?”
“Behind
you. They look to be out,” Chip said as
he helped Danny to his feet.
“I’ll
get to them in a minute,” he said as he stumbled his way over to Nelson and sat
in the chair vacated by Howard. Chip
moved over to help Jamieson and Bradley as Danny took Nelson’s vitals, checking
the monitors, leads and IVs connected to him while Lee hovered behind him in
anxiety.
A moan
from Jamieson told Chip that he was alive at least. “Jamie?” he called as he placed a hand on his
wrist, taking his pulse, then took Bradley’s.
“You OK?”
Another
moan and Jamie tried to sit up, his head exploding in pain at the
movement. “What…what happened? I feel like I got hit by a Mack truck,” he
whispered as he leaned back in his chair then noticed Bradley face down in
front of him. “Jon? What…is he all right?”
“His
pulse is fine, a little fast same as yours but he seems to be out.”
“Any
idea what happened?” Lee asked as he left Nelson’s side, confident Danny was
taking all the appropriate measures for the admiral.
“I
remember…drinking some coffee and talking…about the admiral. Talking about what to do for him with Jon. Next thing I know…you’re here and I have the
world’s worst headache.”
Lee
went to the pot of coffee and sniffed it.
“Who brought the coffee, Jamie?”
“Uh…that
new guy, Sandberg. He…what happened to
him?” he asked, pointing to the still body of Howard.
“He
tried to kill the admiral. He turned the
vent off. Probably also spiked your
coffee with something to put you and Bradley out and knocked Danny out,” Morton
said.
“Danny! Where is he?”
“I’m
here, Doctor. Just checking the
admiral.”
“Harry?”
Jamie called in concern as he tried unsuccessfully to stand. “What did he do? Is he all right?”
“I
think he’s all right. The vent was
turned off but he seems to be OK. His
heart rate’s a little slow but it’s coming up now,” Danny said.
“How
long was the vent off?” he asked anxiously, this time managing to rise successfully
and wobbled to Nelson’s side.
“Not
long. A minute at the most. I didn’t know which switch to hit to turn it
back on,” Morton said in concern. “Was
it too long?”
Jamie
knelt by Nelson’s side and checked all the things Danny had just checked and
sighed in relief. “I…I think we’re all
right. His heart rate is improving. Oxygenation levels look good. Vent’s working properly. What the hell is wrong with Sandberg to try
to kill the admiral?”
“It’s a
long story, Jamie. Let’s just say, the
guy that planted the bomb and did this is going to spend a long time in jail,”
Lee said as he stared down at his best friend, who hadn’t moved a muscle in all
the commotion.
~O~
Dr.
Bradley regained consciousness shortly after that and, other than a headache,
was no worse off than Jamie. Nelson
remained comatose and although the man who had planned Nelson’s, and their,
demise was in the brig, the mood onboard did not improve the closer they got to
port.
“We’re ready
for docking, Captain,” Morton said as the submarine arrived at its home berth several
hours later.
“Carry
on, Mr. Morton,” he said as he stared out the windows of the Observation Nose, confident
his crew, the admiral’s crew, knew what needed doing. Was it only a short while ago he had been
sitting here with the admiral, enjoying talking with him, joking with him? He shook his head in sorrow as he mused over
how fast things could change. In a
heartbeat, they could be irrevocably changed forever.
“Docking
complete, Skipper,” Morton said a few minutes later as he came up beside Crane
who was still staring out the huge windows fronting the sub with unseeing eyes,
his thoughts on the man lying in
“Thanks,
Chip,” he said without turning. “Get
Howard off the boat first. I don’t want
him onboard one second longer than he needs to be,” he said, his jaw clenched
tight as he thought of the man whose actions had put Nelson into a coma,
possibly permanently. “Then release the
men for leave.”
“Aye
sir,” the exec said, moving away to give the orders, returning shortly with a
bemused expression on his face.
“Uh,
Lee…you need to see this.”
“What,
Chip?” Crane asked in slight irritation.
He wanted to get the admiral off the boat and back to the
“Just
come up top for a minute,” he said as he climbed the ladder to the bridge,
Crane following behind.
“What
is it, Chip? We need to get the
admiral…”
“Look,
Lee,” Morton said as he gestured below.
Looking
below, his exasperation turned to amazement as he saw two lines of men,
standing on either side of the walk that led from the gangplank all the way up
to the waiting ambulance.
“Chief
Sharkey said the men won’t leave until they see the admiral loaded into the
ambulance. Most said they won’t go anywhere on leave until they know the
admiral’s going to be all right,” he said quietly. “The line stretches all the way through the
sub to the
Crane
was speechless for a moment as he watched the line of men waiting for their
admiral to come by. “I wish he could see
this,” Lee whispered. “If he only knew
what…”
Morton
placed a comforting hand on Crane’s shoulder. “He’ll know,” he said gesturing to Seaman
Patterson who stood down the deck from them avidly taking pictures before
disappearing below to continue. “He’ll
know.”
Patterson
followed the meandering line through the great sub to the room that held its
creator, snapping pictures as he went of the somber crew.
“Well,
we’re as ready to move him as we can be,” he heard Dr. Bradley say when he was
just outside the doors. “Ready, Will?”
“Yes. Let’s get him on the temporary vent and get
him to the
“Harry,”
Jamie said quietly as he leaned over his friend, grasping his hand tightly. “We’re taking you to the
The
corpsmen loaded Nelson carefully onto the stretcher lying nearby, strapped him
in and hooked him up to a temporary ventilator before moving him out into the
corridor where they stopped in shock.
“What’s
wrong, Danny? We need to…” Jamie stopped
in amazement as he walked past the stretcher and into the hall where he spied
what was wrong.
He
shook his head at the single row of grim faced men that stared down at Nelson
in sadness.
“It’s
our way of honoring him, sir,” the first man in line, Seaman Kowalski, said
quietly. “The whole crew is stretched
out the whole way up to the ambulance.
We just wanted him to know…to know how much we care.”
Jamieson
closed his mouth and leaned down to Nelson, placing a soft hand on the man’s
shoulder and squeezed. “Did you hear
that? Your crew is here - all of them - to
see you off the boat and to the Institute.
If only you could see this, Harry,” he finished, his breath catching
slightly. “All right, let’s get him to
his new bed.”
The
stretcher bearing the comatose Admiral Nelson moved quickly down the lines of
crewmen, some who reached out to touch him briefly or offer words of
encouragement as he went by.
Finally,
he was loaded onto the waiting ambulance and ferried back to the Institute
hospital where he was greeted by select members of the
Gentle
hands gathered up Nelson’s still form and deposited him gently in the stark
white bed. They attached his breathing
tube to the
“Harry,
you’re home now. You’re at the
Institute. You’re in
Bradley
placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Let’s give him some peace, eh?
Let him get acquainted with his surroundings,” he said as he took
Jamieson’s elbow and ushered him from the room where they found a waiting
audience of Lee, Chip, Angie and assorted crew members assembled, all staring
at them with hopeful looks.
“No
change,” Jamie said. “No better but no
worse, so let’s be happy for that.
Angie, did you get in touch with Edith?”
“Yes, I
finally tracked her down. She should be
coming in shortly. As a matter of fact,
she should be here by now.”
“I’ll
go check with security. See if she’s on
the grounds yet.” Chief Sharkey said, eager to do something to help.
“Thanks,
Chief,” Crane said shortly, his eyes never leaving the door to the admiral’s
room.
“Jamie,
can I see him? Just for a minute?” Angie
asked quietly.
Jamie
turned to Bradley his eyebrows raised in question. “There’s no harm in that, is there, Jon?”
“No, of
course not. Might be good for him to
hear a new voice talking to him,” he said turning to her. “Talk to him. See if he’ll react to your voice.”
“Come
on,” Jamie said as he grasped her elbow lightly and guided her to Nelson’s
room.
“Now,
he’s hooked up to a lot of machines,” Jamie said, stopping by the door. “Just remember they’re all keeping him alive
at the moment.”
“I
won’t fall apart, Jamie. It’s not the
first time one of them has returned home almost dead,” she said gesturing over
her shoulder at the others behind her.
“And it probably won’t be the last.”
Jamie
opened the door and ushered her into the softly lit room, stopping when she had
her first clear look at her boss. A breathing
tube snaked from his mouth, leads were attached to his chest monitoring his
heart, IVs were attached to his good arm and his left arm was encased in
plaster. She took a deep breath and walked slowly to stand by the side of her
friend and boss, worry filling her face as she took in his pale features that
were accented by the large bruise on the left side of his face. She closed her eyes as she contemplated what
the future might hold for the man that lay so still before her: machines
breathing for him, machines monitoring his vitals. Could he hear her? Did he know she was there?
“Can he
hear me, Jamie?” she asked quietly.
“Maybe. It can’t hurt to talk to him. If he can, you may give him something to come
back to.”
“You
mean like a guide?” she asked turning to Jamie who shrugged noncommittally.
“I’ll
leave you alone. Talk to him, touch
him. See if you can get a response,” he
said as he left the room quietly.
“Admiral,
it’s…Angie. I…I just want you to know
I…we’re all here for you. You need to
come back to us, sir. Please try. I know it’s probably hard and it may feel
safe where you are but…we need you to come back. Try.
Please,” she said as she stared hard into his pale, bruised face, hoping
for some slight sign he heard. Tears
trickled from her eyes, down her nose and onto the hand she held tightly as he
made no movement, no sound, no anything to show he heard. She felt hopelessness begin to fill her as
Nelson seemed unreachable.
Outside
the room Nelson lay in, Lee Crane, his hands thrust deeply into his pockets,
paced anxiously back in forth in front of the hospital door that hid his friend
and mentor from his sight. It had been
too long since Nelson had been awake, too long since the bomb had seemingly
taken the admiral from them and he felt the glimmer of hope he’d tried to hold
on to flicker as worry filled him. He
had to come back. A life with Nelson in
a never-ending coma, or dead, was not a possibility. It couldn’t be a possibility.
He’d
made another pass by the door when he saw Sharkey walking quickly down the hall
trying to keep up with a short, trim auburn-haired woman and he smiled as he
watched the admiral’s younger sister approach.
“Edith,”
he said as he opened his arms to the tear stained young woman who hid her face
in his chest for a moment as his arms surrounded her.
Pulling
back she gazed up into his soft eyes.
“Any change?” she asked quietly, hope etched in her features.
“No,”
he said as he wiped stray tears from her cheeks. “Angie’s with him now. Probably giving him grief about lounging around,
letting her do all the work,” he said with a humorless smile.
She
hiccupped and smiled. “Probably. I just can’t believe he…he might never come
back to us,” she whispered. “I…”
“Don’t
think like that, Edith! Your brother is
one of the strongest men I’ve ever known.
He’ll come back to us. I know he
will. You can’t give up hope. He just needs a little more time,” Lee said
as he drew her back into a tight hug which she accepted gratefully.
She
pulled away from his comforting embrace when she saw the door to her brother’s
room open and his secretary walk through, a handkerchief dabbing at her tear
stained eyes.
“Edith!”
she said as she saw her boss’s younger sister in Lee’s embrace. “Oh I’m so glad you’re here.”
Edith
pulled from Lee’s arms and walked to Angie embracing her in a huge hug. “I’m here.
How is he?” she asked as she pulled back a bit to look into her eyes and
saw the truth there. “He’s no better is
he?”
Unable
to speak, Angie could only shake her head.
“He’s so still. So…it’s just not
fair. He…”
“I
know. It isn’t fair. But he made his choice, didn’t he? And what
other choice would he have made?
Hmm? To risk others? No. No my brother would take the risk for
himself and be glad he had the option.
Now, let me go see him. Maybe
he’ll hear me and come back,” she said as she gave Angie another hug and
disappeared into the room that held her only remaining relative.
On the
other side of the door, she stopped and stared in fear at her brother in front
of her, hooked to machines, tubes running from various spots on his body, and
she felt panic rise within her. What if
he never came back to her? What if he
died? What if what she saw now was all
she would ever see of him again: dead but not?
Pulling
herself up, she walked to her brother’s side and stared down at the face she
had loved from the moment she had first laid eyes on him. Her big brother, protector, comforter all
rolled into one devil-may-care imp.
“Harry
dear,” she whispered as she leaned over him, pausing to give his forehead a
brief, feathery kiss. “You must come
back to me. I can’t…I don’t want to live without you in my
life. I know you chose this life-or it
chose you-but I didn’t. I didn’t choose
to spend my days worrying that someday I’ll get a call that says you’re never
coming back to me. And I simply do not
wish to live every day knowing you aren’t just a phone call away. I can’t do it. Don’t make me. Please.
Open your eyes. Let me see those
beautiful blue eyes we Nelson’s are famous for.”
But
Harry’s eyes remained closed and Edith felt panic begin to rise within her
until she felt a soft hand on her shoulder squeezing.
“It’s
all right, Edith,” Lee whispered. “It’s
going to be all right. He’s going to
come back to us.”
“How do
you know that?” she asked angrily.
“How? You heard what Jamie and
that…that other doctor said. He may
never come out of this! His brain may be
damaged beyond…”
“Stop
it!” Lee said loudly as he pulled her away from Nelson’s side. “I am not going to believe that the Admiral
Nelson I know isn’t in there just trying to come back to us. And I don’t understand how you can stand by
his side and practically tell him you don’t think he’s strong enough to come
back.”
“I…I
didn’t do that! I would never…oh my,”
she said in a pain filled voice. “I did
do that, didn’t I? Oh, Harry.”
She
walked back to her brother’s side and took his weak limp hand in hers and
leaned close. “I’m sorry big
brother. I…I let my emotions get in the
way. I know you’re in there. And I know you’re fighting to come back. So hear me now, Harry…I’ll wait for you to
open your eyes no matter how long it takes.
I won’t doubt you again. When
you’re ready, we’ll be here…waiting.
Lee, Chip, Angie, your crew…and me.
Just…just don’t take too long.
OK?” she said as she kissed him softly on the cheek before turning to
Lee who stared down at his friend sadly.
“Thank
you. I…I just forgot for a moment how
strong…how stubborn my brother is. You
were right.”
“It
happens sometimes.”
“What
does?” she asked.
“My
being right. It doesn’t happen often
when dealing with you Nelsons. But it
does happen,” he said as he wrapped an arm about her.
Together
they moved closer to Nelson’s side and stared down at the man before them,
unmoving and still. Lee reached down and
took hold of his hand, staring at his best friend in sorrow, then leaned closer,
placing his other hand gently on Nelson’s forehead in a comforting gesture. “Admiral, please…fight. Come back to us,” he whispered, his voice
breaking slightly. “Hear us. Just don’t give up. I…”
Overcome for a moment as thoughts of what might be ahead filled him, he gathered
himself, knowing Edith was watching and rose back up.
Plastering
as bright a smile on his face as he could, he turned to the woman who stared
knowingly at him by his side. “He’s going
to be fine. Believe that,” he said.
“Yes. Yes he will.
He has to be.”
“I bet
you didn’t take time to eat at all once you heard, did you?” he asked in
concern as he examined her face.
“Eating
wasn’t a priority. You know all about that,
I think,” she said with a playful smile.
“Well,
let me take you to the finest dining establishment on the Institute grounds
then and we’ll both make Dr. Jamieson happy.”
“Finest
dining on the grounds, hmmm? All
right. To the NIMR cafeteria,” she said
with a small smile after a quick look back to her brother.
~O~
Hours,
days passed in unending succession. Tests were administered to the comatose
admiral lying still and silent on the hospital bed but the results were not
what those waiting with hopeful hearts and minds wanted to hear and their hope
began to fade away, replaced by resignation.
The man who had conceived a submarine to be used for marine research
with windows fronting it was gone. The
man who had built a marine research institute from the ground up was no
more. The man who had risen quickly
through the ranks of the Navy, and attained the four stars of an admiral in a
fairly short period of time, was unreachable and their hearts broke.
~O~
A week
after Nelson had arrived at the
“I’ll
be back, Harry,” he said quietly as he leaned down and placed a hand on his
patient’s arm, rubbing it gently for a minute.
“You rest up. I hear Dr. Bradley
has a few more tests he wants to run today.
If you want the poking and prodding to stop, just open your eyes.”
Sighing
when he didn’t, he patted the arm and straightened. “It’s all right. I’m not giving up on you even though it may
seem I have. Fight. Just fight.
Jamieson
headed towards the door and stopped quickly when he saw the door to Nelson’s
room open as Angie Wood entered, a tentative smile on her face and a question
in her raised eyebrows.
“He’s
no better. Not obviously better I should
say.”
“Obviously?”
she echoed as she moved farther into the room and stared over at her boss.
“We
don’t know what may be going on inside his brain. The fracture is healing. The bleeding has stopped and the hematoma has
begun to shrink.”
“That’s
good!” Angie said happily.
“Yes it
is. But we don’t know what, if any,
damage was done to his brain already.
He’s still not breathing on his own and until he wakes up, we aren’t
going to know the extent of the damage.”
“You
keep saying that,” Angie said angrily as she plopped a stack of magazines she
had been carrying down on a nearby chair.
“Saying
what?” Jamieson asked in confusion.
“You
keep saying “damage” as if it’s a foregone conclusion that he has brain damage. I choose to believe he’s in there. He hears us, he feels us touching him and
soon he’ll wake up. And be whole,” she
finished in a firm voice, daring Jamieson to contradict her.
Jamieson
smiled at her tone. “You know sometimes
I think he surrounds himself with the most stubborn, and loyal, people God ever
created,” he said as he gestured to Nelson.
“Yes,
well, that may be,” she said with a slight smile. “I wouldn’t know about that stubborn part though.”
“So
what’s all this?” he asked, motioning to the stack of magazines she’d carried
in.
“Just
some reading material. I thought maybe
he’d like to hear some scientific journals read to him. I found a few in his office and found a few
more in the library,” she said with an impish smile.
“Why
the mischievous smile?” he asked.
“Oh,
let’s just say he isn’t going to like the subjects or the authors I’m going to read
to him.”
“I’m
lost. Why read him something that he
wouldn’t normally read?”
“Well,
I got to thinking that we’ve all been talking about pleasant things to him: progress on Seaview’s repairs, the crew, Edith and her stories from home and
their childhood - stuff like that. And I
thought that was good but maybe boring to him, you know? I thought about when he’s the most animated
and that’s when he’s mad as a hornet about something.”
“OK, so
what did you find that’s going to raise his blood pressure?”
“Dr.
Anton Leffler,” she said proudly.
“Anton
Leffler! He and the admiral don’t see
eye to eye on any theories or
research! The two of them almost came to
blows the last time…oh…you’re good, Miss Wood,” Jamie said after it hit him what
she was going to try to do.
“I
know,” she said as she picked up a journal with a self-satisfied smile. “I just hope it works.”
She
walked across the room and sat down in the chair by Nelson’s side and touched
his arm lightly as if to let him know she was there. “I brought some scientific journals today, Admiral. I thought maybe you could use a break from
all the newsy stuff and get into some research. I thought I’d start with this one from “The
Marine Environmental Research Journal”. There’s a fascinating article in here by
Dr. Anton Leffler that seems very interesting.
To me at least,” she said as she began to read the article that seemed
to try to destroy every theory Nelson held about the causes of change in marine
ecosystems.
Jamieson
listened for a bit, watching the monitors that were hooked to Nelson for any
change but saw none. He caught Angie’s
eye briefly and nodded to her then walked out, hoping Nelson’s secretary
achieved what no one else had been able to: a response of any kind from the man
lying in there.
~O~
After
four hours of reading Leffler’s supposed theories, Angie’s voice was hoarse as
she finished another article. She knew
enough about marine biology and the admiral’s work to know what Leffler
postulated was hogwash and if Nelson had been conscious, he would have been
crawling on the ceiling in agitation at the absurdity of what Leffler’s
theories proposed. Yet, as she stared at
him and then the monitors, she saw no change and felt herself losing hope
again.
She
started as she heard the door open and saw Jamie enter. The frown on her face told the doctor there
was no apparent change and he walked closer, hoping he saw some difference, no
matter how small. But there wasn’t. Respiration, heart, all the monitors read
virtually the same and his hopes sank lower.
“It was
a good idea, Angie,” he said softly.
“But
not good enough,” she said sadly. “I
hoped he’d react.”
“I
know. But let’s not give up, all
right? Harry dislikes Leffler
immensely. But he’s not the only one
that sets him off now is he? I asked Lee
and Chip to come up with some other people, whether it be scientists or reporters
or whoever, that hearing about them or hearing their research read to him might
elicit a response.”
“Really? You think it may still work?” she asked with
hope in her voice.
“It
may. It’s a good starting point. And it gives Lee and Chip something to do
other than be in here staring at him hoping to see a change. You were here for a long time reading to
him. Let’s let him rest now. Maybe he’ll
think over what he heard and come back to us just so he can tell us all the
reasons why Leffler is an idiot,” he said with a laugh.
“If
only,” she sighed. “We’re going to go
now, Admiral,” she said as she leaned over Nelson, grasping his hand in
hers. “You rest and when I come back, or
Lee and Chip come back, we’ll have more good theories and articles to read to
you.”
~O~
Over
the next few days, either Lee, Chip, Angie or Edith took turns reading more and
more outlandish theories from the supposed “real” causes of coral death to a
rehashing of a theory refuted over 150 years ago concerning the supposed lack
of life below a certain depth. Certain
marine biologists had become the marine science’s Flat Earth Society in their
continued beliefs that research showing life existed below 300 fathoms was flawed
or just plain made up: theories they all knew would put Nelson into an
apoplectic fit. If he heard them. Edith continued to talk to him as if he heard
and rambled on about anything and everything she could think of in her attempt
to reach her brother. All appeared to be
for naught as Nelson remained comatose.
Angie
had just finished reading another in a long line of poppycock to him, her voice
hoarse from the constant use, and threw the offending article to the
floor.
“I
don’t know how supposedly renowned, well respected journals can publish drivel
like that,” she said in disgust as she stretched her aching back. “Admiral, you need to get better so you can
refute all this crap.”
She glanced
over to Nelson, expecting to see only the outside of his eyelids but was
stunned when she saw his eyes were open slightly.
“Admiral?”
she whispered as she got up from her chair and leaned over him, staring into
the barest hint of blue eyes. “Can you
see me? Can you hear me?”
She
stared hard at him but was disappointed when her boss’s eyes never seemed to
meet hers and instead seemed focused on a spot over her shoulder.
Grabbing
his hand in a gentle clasp, she ran a hand down his cheek, trying to get him to
turn his eyes to hers as she called to him, but his gaze remained fixed on some
unknown spot and her heart broke. Jamie and
Dr. Bradley had warned them that Nelson’s brain may have been damaged and that he
may never be the same. Now she thought
she saw the truth of their words: Nelson wasn’t really there. Sorrow surged through her at what she saw as
a certainty, and she lowered her head to the side of his bed and cried softly.
As her
heart broke at the thought of her boss and friend being a virtual vegetable she
didn’t see the gentle blue eyes turn slowly to look down at the woman who wept
openly by his side, her tears wetting his hand.
A slight squeeze to her hand brought her head up quickly and in shock
saw Nelson’s blue eyes turned to hers. A small twitch to his lips, reminiscent
of a smile graced his face.
“Admiral?”
she whispered. “Can you see me? Can you…oh I need to get Jamie! But, I’m afraid if I do you’ll slip away
again. Ok, knowing you, you want
answers. You’re in
Nelson’s
lips twitched again slightly and a brief movement of his head told her, her
boss not only heard but understood and her heart soared.
She
turned her eyes to the door. “I really
need to get Jamie,” she said turning back just in time to see Nelson’s eyes
slide closed. “It’s all right. Sleep now.
Everything’s going to be all right now.”
Excited
beyond belief, Angie patted Nelson’s hand briefly then bolted for the door,
opening it to see Nurse Betty Harrison at the nurse’s station outside Nelson’s
room.
“Betty! Get Dr. Jamieson! He woke up!
Hurry!” she said as tears ran down her cheeks.
“What
did you say?”
Turning,
she saw Jamie walking slowly down the hall towards her.
“He was
awake, Jamie!” she cried as she ran to him.
“His eyes opened. I told him what
had happened and I asked if he understood.
He nodded to me! Jamie, that has
to mean he’s going to be all right, doesn’t it?”
“Calm
down, Angie. Let me check him out. Betty, call Lee, Chip and Edith. They should be in the admiral’s office right
now. Tell them to come down here. And call Dr. Bradley. Tell them the admiral
was awake briefly. You stay out here,”
he said holding Angie back as she tried to follow him into Nelson’s room.
Angie
watched, her heart in her throat as Jamieson disappeared into the admiral’s
room and only half heard Betty calling the others and telling them.
Jamie
opened the door to Nelson’s room and stepped inside, an air of expectancy about
him. For so long he’d hoped and prayed there would be some response from his
friend and he’d felt ashamed as his hope began to die out. He walked closer and stared at the monitors,
a small smile lighting his face.
“Well,
Will? How is he?” a voice behind him
asked.
Jamie
turned, a big smile lighting his face as he saw Bradley staring at the same
monitors he had been. “That was fast.”
“I was
just coming in to see him.”
“I
think you can see for yourself how he is, Jon,” Jamie said with a small smile.
“Yes,
yes I can,” he said as he walked closer and nodded in satisfaction. “Heart rate is better. Vitals across the board are improved. What do you say we see if we can start
weaning him from the vent?” he asked with an upraised eyebrow.
“Don’t
you think it’s too soon?” Jamie asked in concern.
“If it
is, his body will tell us. If he can’t
breathe on his own yet, we’ll know quickly.”
“Let’s
try it,” Jamie said as he walked to Nelson’s side and leaned down, telling him
what to expect.
“Harry? Can you hear me? It’s Jamie. I heard you were awake. Can you wake up for me?” he asked as he
looked for any sign Nelson was going to oblige him but saw none. By now Betty Harrison had come in the room
and Dr. Bradley was explaining to her that they were going to shut the vent off
briefly to see if Nelson would take a breath on his own.
The two
doctors and one nurse gathered close to Nelson.
“All right, Harry. We’re shutting
off the ventilator that’s been breathing for you. I want you to try to breathe on your own. It’s all right if you can’t right now. We’ll turn it back on and try again in a
little bit. But I want you to do your best.
All right, Jon,” Jamie said.
Bradley
reached up and switched the ventilator off.
Three pairs of eyes were trained on Nelson, hoping and praying his chest
started to rise and fall on its own. For
a few seconds there was nothing and their hearts began to sink. But then a few tentative breaths were taken
and they broke out into broad smiles.
“All
right, Admiral Nelson. That was very
good,” Bradley said after Nelson took a few more weak breaths on his own. “We’re turning the ventilator back on
now. We’ll try again in a few
hours. Hopefully, you’ll be breathing on
your own very soon. I’m sure there are a
few people right outside your door that are going to be very happy to know you’re
coming back to us,” Bradley said in satisfaction.
The
machine started breathing again for Nelson as it was restarted and the
mechanical hiss of air being forced into his lungs was heard again.
“Well,
Jon?” Jamie asked.
“It’s a
good sign, Jamie. You know that. Who noticed his eyes being open?”
“Angie
was in here reading to him. She said he
opened his eyes and focused on her face. He seemed to know her and understood what she
said to him.”
“Let me
go talk to her. Find out exactly what he
did,” he said as he strode from the room in search of Nelson’s secretary.
Opening
the door, he was accosted by four bodies, all asking if the admiral was all
right and what had happened.
“Calm
down!” Jamie said as they converged on the pair.
“Angie
said the admiral woke up? Did he?” Lee
asked excitedly. “Is he…?”
“Please,
let me talk then you may ask all the questions you want,” Bradley said. “Yes, Admiral Nelson regained consciousness
briefly. We just had our first attempt
at weaning him from the ventilator. He took a few breaths on his own but he’s
not ready to be off it completely yet. We’ll continue to try every few hours
until he can maintain proper oxygenation levels on his own. For right now, this is good. Now, Miss Wood, can you tell me what happened
when you were in there with him?”
“I was
reading to him, some scientific drivel. I
was telling him he needed to wake up and refute all the crap I’d been reading
to him. When I looked over at him, his
eyes were open, barely. I looked into
them but he didn’t seem to be looking back.
It was like he wasn’t there.”
“Like
he was spaced out?” Jamie asked.
“Yes! Exactly.
Anyway, I remembered what you said about him possibly being brain damaged
and I guess I started to think he, you know wasn’t really there.”
“And
what happened to change your mind?” Bradley asked.
Angie
got quiet and looked away. “I…well I
guess I got…emotional,” she said quietly, obviously embarrassed. “All right…I started to cry. I was holding his hand and after a bit…well
he squeezed my hand. Just barely but it
was enough for me to look up. And then I
saw the most wonderful sight I’ve seen in a long time! His eyes were open and looking right at me.”
“You’re
sure he was looking at you?” Jamie asked.
“Yes I
am. His lips kind of twitched, like he
was smiling. Just a bit. I wanted to go get you Jamie but I was afraid
he would slip away again. I decided,
knowing the admiral, he’d want answers.
So I told him what had happened to him and that Seaview and the crew were fine.
Then I asked him if he heard me and understood.”
“And
what did he do?” Bradley asked.
“He
smiled and nodded. Just a short nod but
it was enough. I knew that he’d heard me
and understood,” she finished with tears on her cheeks which she wiped away
quickly.
“What
does this mean, Jamie?”
Jamieson
turned to the speaker. “It means he’s
fighting to come back to us, Edith,” he said with a smile. “Once he’s breathing on his own I think we’ll
see his condition begin to improve quickly.
I hope.”
“You
hope? If he’s awake and breathing on his
own, what else is there?” Lee asked in concern.
Jamie
shot a look to Bradley.
“Captain,
we haven’t tested anything yet. There
may still be neurological issues. He may
have vision problems or trouble with his memory or trouble maintaining focus
or…well there are a lot of issues he may be facing, physical as well as mental
or emotional. We just need to take it
slow. For now, we need to be happy he
was awake and breathed on his own for a bit,” Bradley said.
“Can I
see him?” Edith asked, her eyes begging the doctors to say yes.
“Of
course,” Bradley said. “Come. I’ll walk in with you.”
She
started to walk away but stopped and turned back, holding her hand out to Lee,
who smiled and took it, walking with her to her brother’s room.
Together
they entered Nelson’s room and walked to his side. Edith took her brother’s hand and leaned over
him. “I heard you were awake and
breathed on your own for a bit! I knew
you would come back,” she said, glancing back quickly to Crane, daring him to
say otherwise. “Can you open your eyes
for me? Please? I need to see you awake.”
The
minutes passed as she continued to call, begging him to wake up for her but
Nelson’s eyes stayed shut and she began to lose hope he would respond. But just when she had given up hope he would
oblige her, his eyes flickered and then opened slightly. He blinked several times; attempting to focus
on the smiling, tear streaked face leaning over him, his lips twitching
slightly.
“Oh
Harry! I…I can’t believe you’re awake,”
she whispered as Lee peered over her shoulder and smiled at his boss and
friend.
“Welcome
back, Admiral,” he said softly clasping a hand gently on his shoulder to which
Harry nodded slightly then tried to talk, a frown crossing his face when he
couldn’t.
“Don’t
try to speak, Admiral Nelson,” Bradley said.
“You have a tube down your throat to help you breathe. If you continue to improve, you’ll be
breathing on your own very soon.”
Hearing
a strange voice, Nelson turned his eyes to Bradley, confusion on his face.
“My
name is Dr. Jon Bradley. I’m a
neurologist and I’ve been helping Dr. Jamieson with your care. He’s right outside with Mr. Morton and your
secretary, Miss Wood. Do you understand
what I’ve said to you?”
Nelson nodded
slightly before turning back to his sister who was staring at him with tears in
her eyes. He squeezed her hand that had
a firm grip on his and winked at her which caused her to laugh.
“Oh
Harry. I’ve missed you so. We all have,” she said, as tears slid down her
cheeks.
Nelson
looked up at Lee, nodded slightly and then slipped back to sleep.
“Doctor
Bradley,” Lee said when he thought he could control the slight tremble in his
voice. “When will we know…if there are any
lingering problems?”
“Let’s
walk outside, shall we,” he said nodding to Nelson before heading outside.
“I’m
sorry, Captain. I didn’t want him to
hear my answer to your question,” he said when they had left the room where
Chip and Angie surged forth. “If he
keeps improving as he has over the last few hours, he’ll be off the vent
soon. As for the lingering complications
you asked about, we’ll take it slowly, assessing his motor skills first before
we attempt to gauge any cognitive impairment although that may be readily
apparent.”
“What
do you mean, readily apparent,” Edith asked in concern.
“If he
finds it hard to answer simple questions, we’ll know there has been
damage. In Admiral Nelson’s case,
cognitive damage may not be apparent for some time, at least until he begins to
return to a normal lifestyle and is back to work.”
“How
will we know?” Angie asked quietly.
“Oh, he
may struggle to understand things that came easily to him before or he may
forget certain events or he may not be as quick for a solution to a problem
that would have been obvious to him before.”
Seeing
the crestfallen faces he saw arrayed before him, he hastily added, “Or he may
be perfectly fine with no lingering effects from the head injury. What you must
all understand is he has been comatose for a fairly long period of time. He in all likelihood won’t be back to normal
quickly. Time is what he needs. Time is what his brain needs. We take it
slowly and don’t become frustrated if he isn’t the old Admiral Nelson as
quickly as we would wish.”
The
group nodded their understanding but their faces betrayed the fear they felt
that even though the admiral had regained consciousness, no matter for how long,
he may never be what he had been. What
if the man they knew, the man the world knew, was gone? What if the brilliant mind they all accepted
was his God-given gift, was gone? The
thought chilled those that stood in a circle outside the man’s room.
“Well,
standing around here isn’t doing anyone any good, is it?” Jamie asked. “Why don’t we all get back to our jobs?”
“Yes. That is a very good idea,” Bradley said.
“But…couldn’t
I sit with him? Talk to him?” Edith
asked.
“I
think what the admiral needs now is quiet,” Bradley said. “He’s fought his way back and has responded
twice to us. What he needs now is
healing sleep. It’s late so I’d like him
to be alone through the night. Tomorrow we will try to assess his condition.”
~O~
Early
the next morning, Edith slowly entered her brother’s room, stopping in surprise
for a moment when she saw Nurse Betty Harrison by his side adjusting an oxygen
cannula in his nose.
“Ah,
Edith!” she said warmly as she straightened from her position allowing Edith to
see the vent tube had been replaced by the cannula.
“He’s
breathing on his own?” she asked in shock.
“Yes! He had a very good night. Respiratory therapy was up here a few times
throughout the night giving him a few more therapy sessions that went very
well. They finally weaned him completely
from the vent just a few hours ago! So
far he’s breathing well and his oxygenation levels are staying up. I don’t think he’ll need to go back on the
vent again,” she said as she looked down fondly at her patient.
“How is
he doing?” she asked as she moved closer to his bedside and put her things down
on the chair by his side.
“He’s
dong fine. He managed to speak a
bit. Claimed he wasn’t in any pain but
you know him. He was lying. After a few minutes, he slipped back to sleep
and has been sleeping since.”
“Can I
sit with him?”
“Of
course. If he wakes and does try to
talk, don’t be surprised at the way his voice sounds. It’s going to sound hoarse because of the
vent. Just give him some small sips of
water. It should help any soreness he
may have, also.”
“Thank
you, Betty,” she said quietly. “Thank you
for taking such good care of him.”
“Well,
I’d say it was my pleasure but it’s hard to see him this way,” she said staring
at Nelson in sadness. “And once he gets
his energy back, he’s going to be hard to keep down. That’s when he’s going to become a pain. Always has been a bad patient.”
“I
forgot. You’ve known him for a long
time, haven’t you?”
“Yes, since
shortly after World War 2. He was on
some secret mission or other that didn’t go well. Ended up in the hospital I was working at in
“He’s
been hurt so many times, I’ve lost count.
So many times,” she whispered as she stared at her brother, watching the
steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed on his own. Such a simple thing that they all took for
granted.
“Well,
I’ll leave you alone. If you, or he,
need anything I’m right outside. Don’t
hesitate to ask.”
“Thank
you, Betty,” she said without turning her head from her brother.
How
long she sat by his side, watching, waiting, praying she didn’t know. The long nights and days waiting for good
news had taken their toll on the young woman and she drifted into a deep sleep
as she clung tightly to her brother’s hand.
She
wasn’t sure what woke her but she gradually rose from the comfort of sleep,
suddenly aware of an intermittent pressure on her hand and opened her eyes,
smiling as she saw her brother staring at her with a slightly bemused
expression on his face.
“Harry! Oh Harry!
You’re awake!”
“Edie,”
he croaked, stopping when he heard the unfamiliar voice that came from his
throat.
“Easy
Harry. They said your voice is going to
be kind of hoarse for awhile after that tube that was down your throat.”
Nelson
nodded briefly. “Hurts,” he managed to
whisper.
“They
said that was to be expected too,” she said as she grabbed a glass of water
with a straw in it and put it to her brother’s mouth, watching as he took a few
sips.
“Better?”
she asked.
“Better,”
he croaked. “What…what happened to me?”
“You
were hurt onboard Seaview.”
“Accident?”
he asked, his brow furrowed as he tried to remember.
“No,”
she said succinctly, not knowing how much she should tell him. Her brother’s raised eyebrows told her he
wasn’t going to settle for that as an answer and she sighed heavily. “There was a bomb onboard. You tried to defuse it and something went wrong. You tried to get it off the ship, in the dive
chamber I think and it exploded. You
were hit by the hatch when the bomb went off.
It broke a few ribs and your arm.
It…also hit you in the head.”
“Boat,”
he whispered hoarsely, smiling when he saw her look of frustration at the one
thing he picked up on.
“Boat. All right?
Seaview is a boat, not a ship.
Got it,” she said with a sigh.
“Seaview?
The crew?”
“Seaview and her crew are just fine. Especially so now that you’ve finally come
back to us. Your boat is being repaired as we speak.”
“You
said bomb. Who…who planted it? Why?”
“I
don’t know. All I know is Lee said they
found the person that planted it. I’m
sure once he finds out you’re awake and breathing on your own he’ll be right
down, along with Chip and Angie and the rest of your crew. They…we’ve all been pretty worried.”
Smiling
slightly, he nodded. “How…how long have
I been here?”
“You
were hurt onboard a few weeks ago. You were
unconscious until yesterday,” she said with a tremble in her voice which Nelson
noticed.
“Weeks? I’ve…b…been out for w…weeks?”
“Yes. You were hurt pretty badly, Harry. Your skull was fractured where the hatch hit
you. We didn’t know if you would live,”
she said as tears ran down her face, the worry and stress of the past few weeks
overwhelming her. “You…you weren’t able
to breathe on your own. You…you were on
a ventilator. I…seeing you on that
machine…I…”
“I’m
sorry, Edie,” he murmured, clutching her hand tighter, surprised it wasn’t as
tight as he thought it would be.
“I
know, Harry. I’m sorry for crying. I just…I thought I had lost you.”
“Never. I’m like a bad p…penny,” he said with a
slight smile.
“Yes,
you are, aren’t you? Never leave
me. All right?” she whispered as she
leaned over him and kissed him gently on the forehead.
“Not…not
a chance,” he muttered sleepily as he squeezed Edith’s hand weakly again.
At that
moment a commotion was heard outside the door.
“What…what’s
going on out there?’ he asked, his words slurring slightly.
“I
suspect, big brother, that people have heard that you’re awake and breathing on
your own. Should I see who’s out there?”
Nelson
nodded briefly, knowing his hold on consciousness was slipping but determined
to remain awake a few minutes more.
“If…if Angie’s there, could you send her in alone?”
Edith
nodded, confused at the request.
~O~
As
Edith had promised, when news reached her brother’s office that he was not only
breathing on his own but was spending brief periods of time awake, there was a
stampede of people to his door. Lee,
Chip and Angie all converged on the room hoping to be allowed in to see him.
“Whoa,”
Jamie said as he met them in the hall.
“What’s the hurry?”
“The
hurry is we heard he was awake and breathing on his own, Jamie,” Lee said with
a frown. “Can we see him?”
“Well,
he is breathing on his own but I thought I sent you all home to sleep,”
“We
did. At least I did. I don’t know about them,” Lee said looking at
him with innocent eyes and gesturing to the two beside him.
“Uh
huh. Well, Edith’s in there right now.”
“Have
you done any testing?” Chip asked quietly.
“No not
yet. He has short term memory loss for
sure. He doesn’t know what happened but
he knows where he is and who I am. And
Edith. Beyond that we don’t know. Right now, he’s breathing on his own and is
alive. We need to be satisfied with
that.”
“Of
course, Jamie,” Angie said quietly.
“It’s just…”
“It’s
hard waiting?” he said finishing her thought.
“I know Angie. We can’t rush
it. Or him.”
With
that, the door to Nelson’s room opened and Edith, her face wreathed in a bright
smile came out.
“Well?”
Lee asked anxiously.
“He’s
awake and talking and breathing on his own,” she said with tears in her eyes.
Sighs
of relief met her words.
“Can we
see him Jamie?” a chorus from Lee, Chip and Angie said.
“Well…”
“Actually
Jamie, Harry said he wanted to see Angie alone for a minute. Is that all right?”
“Uh,
sure,” he said surprised. “No work
related stuff however.”
Angie,
surprised at the request, nodded and headed for her boss’s room. Walking quietly to his bedside, she was happy
to see the ventilator had been replaced by a simple nasal cannula. She stared down for a moment at the
apparently sleeping man and turned as if to go when she heard a soft “Angie?”
and turned to see his eyes open and a smile on his lips.
“Admiral,
it’s so good to see you awake!”
“Thank
you, Angie. I wanted to…s…s…say just
one…one thing to you before the…the others come in,” he said with sleep in his
voice, frowning at the way he stumbled over his words.
“What
is it, sir? Something I can get for you
and don’t even think about asking for work,” she admonished.
A
slight laugh met her words. “No…not up
for that yet. Maybe…maybe tomorrow,” he
laughed.
“Then
what is it, sir?”
Nelson
struggled with forming the words he wanted to say and, pasting a severe look on
his face said, “Anton Leffler? You…you
read m…me Anton Leff…Leffler’s th…theories?”
A smile
split Angie’s face as she knew all the hours spent talking to Nelson by
everyone that had come into his room hadn’t been in vain. “You heard us?” she asked as tears began to
fall from her eyes.
His
lopsided smile and brief chuckle was all she needed to hear. “I did. Load of…crap,” he said weakly as he placed
his hand on hers, surprised again by the weakness he felt in his grasp.
“I…I’m glad you…I…uh, Lee and Chip are just
outside. If I keep monopolizing you
they’re going to be mad. Should I send
them in?”
Nelson’s
nodded once and she turned to head for the door.
“Angie?”
he whispered. “Thank you.”
“You’re
welcome, sir,” she said happily, looking back at Nelson with a big smile.
Opening
the door she saw Lee and Chip pacing back and forth in front of the door,
stopping when she came out.
“What
did he want? Is he…?”
“Easy,
Captain. Maybe what he said was
personal,” she said playfully.
“Personal? Well, I…uh… sorry, Angie. I didn’t…”
Angie
laughed happily. “All he wanted was to
question our choice in reading material.”
“What? He heard us?” Chip asked.
“Yep. Said it was a load of crap,” she said smiling
at the laughter that met her words.
“Well
what are you two doing out here? Get on
in there before he falls asleep,” Angie said smiling as she saw the two Seaview officers scurry into Nelson’s
room. Turning, she saw Edith, tears
streaming down her cheeks, a smile lighting her tired features and she went to
her, enveloping her in a big hug. “He’s
going to be fine. Just fine.”
“I hope
so, Angie. Oh, I hope so,” she
whispered.
Crane
and Morton entered Nelson’s room expecting to find him asleep but were
surprised when his eyes flickered open and he fixed them with a slight
smile. “Lee, Ch…Chip,” he murmured.
“Admiral,
how are you feeling?” Lee asked as he leaned over Nelson.
“If I s…said
good, I’d be lying,” he said softly, frowning as he heard his words slurring a
bit.
“Well,
I’d be surprised if you felt good,” Chip said.
“After what you’ve been through, you deserve to not feel yourself.”
“That’s…good
to know. What…what have you two been up
to other than…than r…reading me q…questionable material? Edie told me…about the…the bomb. Seaview
repaired yet?” he asked struggling to keep his eyes open.
“Seaview’s fine. So are the men. They’re worried about you though,” Lee said
softly.
Nelson
waved a hand weakly at them. “No need…for
w…worry. I’ll be out of here soon…soon as Jamie says I can go. Tell me…tell me what happened,” he said,
blinking his eyes constantly and squinting as if trying to clear them.
Lee
wasn’t sure Nelson was going to stay awake for the whole version, so he told
him the abbreviated account of who had planted the bomb, why and how he had
saved the ship.
Nelson
shook his head in sadness. “I knew Derek
was angry, unreasonable. But homi…homi…a killer…no,” he said
as his brow wrinkled in confusion.
Lee and
Chip looked at each other in concern when Nelson fumbled for the right word,
afraid Jamie may have been right when he said there may be consequences to the
head injury.
“He
wanted us to suffer the same fate as his brother,” Chip said. “Asphyxiation.”
“Hard…hard
to…to b…believe he…”
“Admiral,
I think maybe you should get some sleep,” Lee said as he placed a soft hand on
his shoulder and squeezed as he watched Nelson struggle to keep his eyes open. “You look as though you’re having trouble
staying awake.”
“Lee’s
right, sir. Jamie will make sure we don’t
get in to see you again any time soon if we set your recovery back,” Chip said
with a slight smile.
“I…I am
tired but there was something…something I wanted to say but…I can’t remember
what it was,” he said as he gave up trying to stay awake and slid back down
into the welcome comfort of sleep as Lee and Chip stared down in concern at him
for a moment then each other before leaving the room.
Pasting
bright smiles on their faces as they left the room to hide their worry, Lee and
Chip were converged on quickly by Edith and Angie. “He looked good, didn’t he?” Edith asked.
“Yes,
yes he did,” Lee said.
“Can I
go back in, Jamie?” Edith asked.
“He’s
sleeping, Edith,” Lee said carefully.
“I
won’t bother him. I just want to be
there for him. In case he wakes up and
needs anything,” she said looking hopefully at Jamie.
“For a
bit. I want you to get some sleep. And don’t tell me you have been. I can see in your eyes that you haven’t.”
“Later,”
she said as she slipped back into her brother’s room.
“I have
a lot of stuff I need to catch up on at the office,” Angie said. “If…if he needs anything or…or something
happens, call me? I can be here in five
minutes. Give or take a minute.”
Smiling
Jamie watched as one of the group left to do something productive. He turned
back and noticed the other two members of the group’s concerned looks. “What’s wrong with you two?”
“Jamie,
you said you haven’t tested anything with the admiral, yet right?” Lee asked
quietly.
“Not
really. He just got off the respirator a
few hours ago. We wanted him to sleep
and adjust a bit. Why?”
Lee
looked uncomfortably at Jamieson. “When
we were in there, his words seemed slurred, like he’d had one too many. He fumbled for the right word once then
settled for another and he kept blinking his eyes like he was having trouble
seeing us. Does…well, does that mean…”
“Lee,
he only just woke up from a coma! A coma
that lasted for two weeks! Of course
he’s going to be out of it. And as for
the slurring, he’s probably tired and struggling to stay awake. You know how he doesn’t like to miss out on
things.”
“Are
you sure that’s all it is?” Lee asked, still worried.
“No, of
course I’m not sure. As I said, I
haven’t tested anything yet. Give it
time. This isn’t going to be a simple
process. It’s going to take time to
fully assess his abilities or his deficiencies.”
“All
right, Jamie. I just…when he started
struggling to talk…”
“I
know. I know but let’s not jump to
conclusions. Yesterday he was still in a
coma and on the vent. Today, he’s awake,
he’s alert, he’s talking and he’s breathing on his own. That’s what we focus on. Not what may be down the road.”
~O~
Over
the next few days, Nelson began a series of tests determining the extent of the
damage done by the head injury. Although
the immediate results weren’t what the man hoped for, they weren’t as bad as
what could have been. A slurring to his
words along with a slight weakness on his right side, a persistent blurring of
his vision and a near constant headache were the major issues facing
Nelson. The prognosis was that these
effects of the injury would either correct themselves over time or be aided by
physical or speech therapy; something Nelson, who longed to be up and about,
was loath to consider. Cognitively the
results wouldn’t be readily apparent until he returned to the work he loved
which, if Jamieson had anything to say about it, wouldn’t be for several more
weeks.
Nelson
had no memory of the bomb or of the explosion but he did recall the cruise, its
mission and results which slightly mollified Nelson. The thought was the admiral didn’t really
need to remember the bomb or what had happened.
He knew faces, he recognized staff members and crew that visited and,
strangely enough, remembered conversations as well as words spoken to him while
in the coma giving credence to the knowledge comatose patients could hear and
feel. When shown pictures taken by
Patterson of his crew on the day he was taken from the sub to the
~O~
A few
days after Nelson had come back to them from his coma, Lee entered his room to
find the man sitting up in his bed arguing with Jamie.
“I know
I’ve just come out of a coma, J…Jamie. I
know I could have d…died and I know I need to take it s…slowly…but I’ve been in
this bed or the one on Seaview for…
for too long! I need to…to…to do s…s…something!”
“You
are doing something, Admiral! It’s
called healing. We’ve had this
particular discussion many times before.
You need rest. Your brain needs
rest.”
“I
would think my brain is…is well rested as I haven’t been a…allowed to do or
think anything for over two weeks. Didn’t
even have to think about…about breathing as your machine did that…”
“Harry! Not only did you almost die, but your brain
suffered a serious injury! You’re NOT
healed and you’re NOT ready for anything other than light physical
therapy. No reading material. No reports.
Nothing except rest. That’s it.”
Seeing
Lee standing off to the side with an annoyed look on his face, Nelson turned to
the newest arrival. “Lee! Tell him…”
“No,
Admiral. I will not tell him
anything. He’s right. If it was Chip or me in that bed just having
come out of a coma that you thought would be a permanent state for either of
us, you’d be agreeing with what Jamie is saying right now. No. I
won’t listen,” he continued as Nelson raised a finger weakly to make a point. “I won’t go through what we did again. Not if we can do anything to prevent it.”
Jamie
and Lee watched as Nelson stared at the two of them for a moment in speculation
before sinking back against the pillows behind him and closing his eyes,
seemingly acquiescing. “Fine,” he said
in a quiet voice.
“Harry,”
Jamie said as he walked to Nelson’s bedside.
“Give it time. We don’t even know
for sure what all the ramifications of the injury are. I don’t want to risk your life…anyone’s
life. Think of me if not you. If I say go ahead and get back to your old
work habits and…something happens, you know what I would feel?”
“Yes,
Jamie. I’ll lay here like a good
patient,” he said as he rubbed a shaking hand over his brow.
“Headache?”
“Always,
Jamie,” he said tiredly
“I’ll
bring you something to help,” he said as he laid a hand on Nelson’s
shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
Lee
waited until Jamie had left before walking slowly to Nelson’s side and stared
own at him in worry, concerned the admiral had given up his fight so
abruptly. “You all right?”
“Apparently
not,” Nelson said dispiritedly, opening his eyes and gazing at his young friend
with a slight smile.
“What
was it you asked Jamie to do?”
“All I
asked him was…was to let me look over s…s…some reports! Damn! I can’t even…even s…speak right!”
“That’s
all?” Lee asked, quirking an eyebrow at Nelson, trying to ignore the way his
friend stumbled over some words and slurred others. “Some reports?”
“Yes! That’s…all.”
“I
think that’s called work, sir. I would
think with the way you’re feeling you would rather just sleep or rest.”
“And
how do you…you know how I’m feeling?” Nelson asked in a quiet pain-filled
voice.
“You’re
in pain. It doesn’t take an M.D. behind my name to know that. I see it in your eyes. And you’re tired. That I can hear in your words.”
Nelson
sighed heavily and looked towards the window across the room. “Can’t even see outside. Can’t see…see the…the ocean. Or…s…smell it.”
“Soon,
Admiral. One day at a time.”
“Yes,
yes, yes. One day…day…at…”
With a
sad smile Lee watched as Nelson’s eyes flickered closed and his breathing
evened out as he sank into a deep sleep.
Not
taking his eyes from Nelson, Lee heard Jamie come back in, a syringe in his
hand. “He went to sleep,” Lee said,
unnecessarily.
“It’s
what he needs, Lee.”
“I
know,” he said softly as he watched Nelson sleep. “He just seems to spend so much time asleep.”
“That’s
part of the injury. Sleepiness is just
another effect, like the short term memory loss and his speech.”
“It’s
just so hard to see him…not himself. In
pain. To not know what…what’s ahead for
him,” Lee said softly so as to not wake Nelson.
“It’s
going to take time. Sleeping a lot is
the body’s way of healing, whether he likes it or not.”
“What’s
next for him?” he asked as he looked away from Nelson to Jamie.
“Well,
tomorrow I thought we’d start some light physical therapy on his right side.”
“What
will that entail?”
“Oh, tomorrow
will probably be just moving the limbs and assessing how much weakness there
is. Walking on his own right now isn’t
something I want to let him try until we know how much weakness there is, but
that will be up to his physical therapist.
If she feels he’s up for it, she may get him out of bed. The last thing he needs is a fall. We’ll probably get him in a wheelchair and
let him sit outside for a bit soon.
Maybe that will quell some of that depression we’re seeing. After that, we’ll gradually get him walking
on his own, use strength training on his arms and legs to get back his
strength. Speech therapy may or may not
be needed. Mostly right now, we’re
seeing the slurring or the fumbling for words when he’s tired as you saw today. He was actually forming very good sentences
before you got here in his attempt to let him have something to read.”
“You
think he will get back his mobility
and…and whatever else he’s lost?”
Silence
met Lee’s question and for a time Jamie just stared down at Nelson, causing
fear to flare again in Lee. “The muscle
weakness itself isn’t severe. Just need
to get the synapses in his brain to cooperate again so to speak. Fine motor skills will improve over
time. I’m certain he will recover his
speech. In time. He really is very lucky. It could have been so much worse than it is.”
“Yeah. I know.
But he’s always been lucky. What
about…cognitively? How long until we
know if…if…”
“If
he’s the same admiral capable of incredible thought processes?” Jamie asked
with a slight smile.
Lee
laughed slightly. “Yeah, something like
that.”
“Not
sure. We may never really know how much
he’s lost, if anything, until he’s faced with a serious problem.”
Lee
shook his head sadly, knowing it wasn’t what any of them wanted to hear. How many times had the fate of the crew, or
the world for that matter, rested on what the man before him could conceive,
create, manufacture to save them? What
if he never…? No. No more what ifs. Time would tell. It was just the waiting that would kill them.
“Since
he’s sleeping, I guess I’ll head back to the office and help Angie and Edith out. The work kind of piled up lately,” he said
softly as he turned away.
“Lee? Don’t give up hope. My money’s on him,” he said as he gestured to
the sleeping man before him. “Give him
time. It’s what he needs.”
“Thanks,
Jamie. I’ll be back.”
Lee
left the
They’d
come so close to losing him. The memory
of seeing him die on the Missile Room floor haunted him. What would he do if…when…that eventuality
came? How would he handle losing the man
that had become closer to him than a brother?
He felt so many things for Nelson…respect, admiration,
gratitude…love. The thought of him not
being there someday filled him with dread.
The thought of Nelson not being what he had been filled him with a deep
fear. He knew what that would mean to
the man that lay asleep behind him and his heart ached. Surely, he couldn’t have survived the bomb
only to have part of him not come back.
He shook his head slowly as he dwelled on the thought. He couldn’t.
How
long he sat there, musing he wasn’t certain but the shadows of late morning had
shifted to early afternoon when he felt someone sit by his side and he turned
to look beside him.
“Chief,”
he acknowledged the man’s appearance briefly.
“Skipper. I…uh was wondering how the admiral’s
doing. You look like the answer might
not be what me and the crew wanna hear.”
“He’s
getting better, Chief. Stronger.”
“Just…not
as fast as he’d like, eh?”
Lee
laughed slightly. “Something like
that. He wants work brought to him. Can you believe that? He’s only been out of the coma for a few days
and he’s already asking for work.”
“Well,
pardon me for saying it but…that’s the admiral for you. He don’t let moss grow under his feet, as my
grandpa used to say. Same goes for his brain I guess. I think I’d be more worried if he just laid
there and let people take care of him.
That ain’t his way, sir. He wants back what he lost and he wants it
now.”
“But what
if he lost more than he…”
“Skipper,
did Doc say he wasn’t going to be himself again for sure?”
“No,”
Lee said quietly. “He said he needs
time. Then we see.”
“Well,
then, I say let’s just not jump to conclusions.
I mean, he’s the admiral. I don’t
think what he went through…what happened to him… is going to change who and
what he is. We just gotta
give him time. Just…wait…and not give up
hope.”
“Thanks,
Chief,” Lee said glancing at Sharkey who stared out at the ocean below.
“It’s
nothing, sir. I’d…I’d do anything I
could for the admiral. The crew would do
anything for him.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“Well,
I best get down to the Seaview. Those ratings down there may need an
incentive to get their work done,” he said as he rose and started to walk away.
“Don’t
be too hard on them, Chief. We need a
full crew next time we go out,” Lee joked.
“Well,
if they can’t take a little yelling they don’t belong on the Seaview, sir. Pardon me for saying it,” he said with a
slight grin.
Lee
watched with a little smile as Sharkey sauntered down toward the sub pen. Deciding he’d spent enough time daydreaming
about what ifs, he got up and headed back to the office where he was greeted by
a flurry of activity.
“Lee!”
Angie said as she spotted him entering.
“How’s the admiral? You were up
there a long time.”
“Yes,
you were. Did he stay awake that whole
time?” Edith asked hopefully as she came from her brother’s office to stand by
Angie’s desk, folders in her hand.
“No, he…pretty much fell asleep shortly after
I got there,” he said, regretting he had to squash their hopes he was spending
more time awake. “He and Jamie were
having a…discussion when I got there.”
“A
discussion? What was it Harry wanted
that Jamie wouldn’t let him have?” Edith asked, frowning.
Lee
sighed heavily and glanced quickly to Angie before answering. “He wanted work.”
“Work? Work!
Doesn’t he understand he isn’t ready for work? Doesn’t he know he almost died? He only just woke up from…from…”
“Edith,
all he knows is he’s trapped in a place he hates being in having people take
care of him while other people do his work.”
“But
it’s what he needs.”
“Yes,
but he wants what he wants. Now,” Lee
said with a slight smile.
“When I
was up there earlier this morning, he looked so sad when I walked in,” Angie said.
“Kept staring out the window. Not that
he could see much. You know those
windows should be floor to ceiling. Then
whoever is in bed could see out.”
“Well, Doc said they may try to get him out of
bed tomorrow. Do some physical
therapy. Maybe get him in a wheelchair
and get him outside for a bit.”
“That’ll
be good for him,” Edith said slowly.
“It
will be,” Lee said as he walked to her and put his hands on her shoulders
forcing her to look up at him. “He’s
going to be fine, Edith. Believe
it. OK?”
“OK. Now, I really need some help with the notes
Harry made on these reports before…before… from the last cruise. I’m having trouble reading what he wrote.”
“Come
on. Let me see if I can make them out,”
Lee said as he went into the office with her, glad for the distraction.
~O~
The
next day, Harry was greeted early in the morning by an energetic young physical
therapist by the name of Jill Ruiz.
Short brown hair, hazel eyes and all of five foot four, she entered
Nelson’s room as if he was as eager to begin as she was.
“Admiral
Nelson, my name is Jill Ruiz,” she said holding out her hand to him and shaking
his briefly. “I’m going to be assessing
your muscle strength today. Are you
ready to get out of that bed?” she asked in, what Nelson thought of as a
way-too-perky attitude especially considering it was barely 0800 and he’d yet
to have caffeine in any form since he’d come out of the coma. Or during the coma for that matter which, in
his mind, added up to a sizeable amount of time without it.
Nelson
stared at her for a minute, weighing how much strength she could possibly have
in the spindly arms he saw emerging from her short, white coat.
“You
going to do that alone?” he asked with eyebrows raised and a slight grin.
“For
the time being. My assistant will be
here in a few minutes to help with getting you out of that bed. All I want to do right now is get you sitting
on the side of the bed where I can compare strengths in both sides.”
“And
then?”
“And
then, once Vince gets here, we get you up and see how you do walking.
“Sounds
exciting,” he said grumpily as he pushed himself up, grimacing as his ribs
protested.
“Now,
Admiral Nelson, I’ve been warned you may be a difficult patient, but if you
want to get back to what you love doing, you’ll cooperate. Or you will be in
that bed for the foreseeable future. Do
you understand me, sir?” she asked in a hard tone.
Nelson
glanced up in mild surprise and stared at the petite therapist before him and
broke out into a hardy laugh. “Yes, Miss
Ruiz. I most certainly do understand
you,” he said as he threw the blankets back from his legs, glad he was clad
appropriately in hospital pants and not the dreaded gown he had been in.
For the
next few minutes, Jill assessed the admiral’s reflexes and strength in both sides,
the cast on the left arm complicating matters a bit, and made copious notes. A half hour of that had Nelson quite bored
and wishing they would get on to something more challenging. He was desperately hoping a short walk was
next on the therapist’s list because that was next on his.
Almost
as that thought passed through his mind, the door opened to reveal Dr. Jamieson
followed by the biggest, well muscled man he’d seen in a long time.
“Admiral,”
Jamie said as he walked into the room.
“How are you doing this morning?”
“I’m
just fine. Enjoying the attention of
this lovely young lady here and hoping that getting to my feet might actually be
next on her list of things to do.”
“Admiral,
I think perhaps we’ve done enough for today,” Jill said with a frown.
“We haven’t done anything. You’ve done the t…testing. I’m just sitting here,” he said with a slight
smile.
After a
moment’s contemplation she nodded. “All
right. Admiral, this is Vince
Carter. Vince is going to be helping you
out of that bed. Now, you let him do the
work. Once you’re on your feet, we’ll
see how you’re feeling. Got it?”
At
Nelson’s brief nod, she turned to her assistant. “Vince, will you help the admiral to stand?”
Vince
came over to Nelson and gently grabbed him under the arms and eased him from
the bed and to his feet where he continued to maintain a strong hold. “Let me do the work, sir,” he murmured as he
felt Nelson try to pull away and stand on his own.
“How do
you feel, sir?” Jill asked.
“I feel
good,” he whispered. “I…I’m just fine.”
“Uh
huh. Any dizziness?”
“No,”
he answered firmly.
“Harry?”
Jamie said in a low tone. “Lying isn’t
really helpful.”
“I’m a
bit dizzy. But only a bit. Give me a minute.”
“One
minute. If it doesn’t pass, it’s back to
bed.”
When
thankfully the dizziness faded, Vince relaxed his hold on Nelson who wobbled
for a second but straightened and smiled.
“Funny how the simple act of s…standing upright can feel s…so good,” he
said softly.
“It
is. Now let’s try a few steps,” Jill
said smiling at her patient.
Nodding,
Nelson, with Vince holding his good arm loosely, walked a few steps away then
tried to turn and head back but his right leg gave out and he almost fell. Vince grabbed him easily and tightened his
hold. “All right, sir?” he asked. After a moment, Nelson nodded, clearly
frustrated at almost falling and continued his trek back to his bed.
“Well,
that was excellent for the first time in almost three weeks, sir,” Jill said
brightly. “Let’s get you back into bed.”
Vince
guided Nelson back to bed and helped him sit on the edge, grabbed his legs and
carefully lifted them back onto the bed before covering him.
“Thank
you, Mr. Carter,” he said quietly.
“It’s
Vince, sir. Just Vince. And it was my pleasure,” he said as he
stepped back and fixed Nelson with a smile.
“It
really was a good session, Admiral,” Jill said.
“Each day will get better. I
promise. Get some rest and I’ll try to
come back later today and we’ll see if you’re up for another session. All right?”
“Yes,
Miss Ruiz. Later,” he said without
looking up.
With a
quick glance to Jamieson, the two left their patient and headed out the door.
“Harry,”
Jamie said, waiting until the man looked at hm.
“It was a good session. Believe that.
You walked.”
“Barely. If Vince hadn’t been there I would have
fallen flat on my face. And if you tell
me to give it time, I’ll find something to throw at you,” he said pointing a
finger at him.
“I
won’t,” he said holding his hands up in front of him. “What I want you to do now is get some
rest. You’re exhausted.”
“Yes, I
am,” he said sleepily. “Walked a few
feet and now I need a nap.”
“Harry,”
he said in warning. “It will get better. I promise.
Close your eyes and sleep. Rest
up in case Miss Ruiz decides she hasn’t had enough of you today and comes back
for round two.”
Nelson
smiled weakly, lay back against the pillows and promptly fell asleep.
~O~
A few
hours later, Nelson awoke to see Lee sitting by his side once more, intently
reading something, a frown on his face.
“Don’t
you have anything better to do than sit here watching me sleep, Captain?” he
asked quietly.
“I am
doing something more than watching you sleep, sir. I’m reading this report on the…”
“On
the…what?”
“Oh,
it’s nothing,” he said as he closed the folder and put it on the floor.
“Lee?”
“It’s
just a report on the last mission.”
“Hmmm,
wish I could read that. Especially the
part that’s a bit fuzzy,” Nelson said trying unsuccessfully to stifle a
yawn. How could he still be tired? By the shadows in the room, he knew he had to
have been asleep for a few hours.
“You
wrote most of it, sir. The rest…isn’t
anything you need to concern yourself with.”
“Perhaps,”
he sighed. “I just don’t know how I
could have missed it.”
“Missed
it? Missed what?” Lee asked confused.
“How
could I have not seen that Sandberg was Derek Howard? I…I scrutinize every candidate for the crew.”
“Admiral,
Derek Howard was insane. He went to
great lengths to make sure we didn’t know who he was. If Angie hadn’t requested a photo sent from
Jack Sandberg’s last job, we might still never have known who he was.”
“Just
such a waste,” Nelson whispered.
“Yes,
it is.”
“How
are things at the Institute? And don’t
tell me to not worry. Not knowing makes
me worry.”
“Well,
things are going fairly well. We’re
catching up in the areas we let slack off while we waited…while you were
unconscious.”
“So,
the rumors of my indispensability are exaggerated?”
“Not at
all! It’s only taking me reading reports
you would be going over, Chip handling the meetings you would attend and keeping
various people informed of your progress, and Edith, Angie and a few other
secretaries doing correspondences and such that you would be doing. So, it’s only about eight of us doing the
work you normally do.”
Nelson
frowned as he listened to Lee, concerned so many people were being put out by
his condition.
“Just
keeping things going until you get out of here and back to work, sir,” he said
softly, knowing Nelson’s thoughts.
“If I get back,” Nelson said quietly.
“Sir? What?”
“Nothing,
Lee. Nothing,” Nelson said, quickly.
“Say, I
heard you had your first therapy session today.
How did it go?” Lee asked trying to change the subject.
“I’m
sure you and Edith have already talked to Jamie and already know the answer to
that,” he said testily. “I just about
fell flat on my face.”
“Well,
what I heard was you walked. As for the
rest…”
His
sentence was interrupted by the door to Nelson’s room opening and Jill Ruiz, a
big smile plastered on her face, walked through with Vince on her heels.
“Admiral! I heard you had a nice nap and since I had
nothing to occupy my time for the next hour, thought I would see if you’d like
to try some more walking?”
“Nothing
would make me happier, Miss Ruiz. Oh,
this is Captain Lee Crane. Lee this is
Jill Ruiz and Vince Carter, my therapists,” he said simply.
“Miss
Ruiz, Mr. Carter. Don’t let him get to
you. He’s really a teddy bear,” he said
with a wink at Jill and a huge smile to Nelson.
“D…don’t
you have my Institute to run, Captain?” Nelson said with a glare.
“Yes, I
do. I’ll be back later,” he said as he
smiled at his friend. “Maybe in time for
dinner.”
“If you
can find s…something better than what they’ve been…been giving me to eat, bring
it with you.”
Lee
laughed, knowing the food Nelson was reduced to eating wasn’t anything like
what the man normally consumed.
“I’ll
see what I can do. You behave,” he said
as he leaned closer to his friend.
“Yes,
Captain. Contrary to popular belief, I’m
not an…an ogre. Get out of here,” he
said with a slight smile.
“Well,
Admiral. Let’s see if you can walk farther
than this morning,” Jill said as she and Vince helped Nelson from the bed.
After a
half hour of muscle training to strengthen his weak right side and a few short
turns around the room, Vince disappeared out the door to return with a
wheelchair.
“What’s
that for?” Nelson asked grumpily.
“I
thought you might like to get out of here for a bit.”
Nelson
stared at her in speculation for a moment then to the wheelchair in question
and sighed. “Getting out of here would
be lovely, Miss Ruiz.”
Vince
helped the admiral into the wheelchair and pushed him slowly out the door and
down the hallway to the open veranda that fronted this wing of the Med Bay that
mostly held rooms the command staff utilized, sometimes much too frequently.
“Help
me up, Mr. Carter,” Nelson said softly as soon as they had entered the
veranda.
“I
don’t think that’s a good idea, Admiral,” Jill said. “You’ve had two therapy sessions and…”
“I…I
just want to see her for a minute,” he said so softly, she had to lean down to
hear him. “I just want to see my sub for
a minute. Just for a minute.”
Jill
nodded and Vince helped him to his feet and guided him to the railing that
overlooked the sub pen. A small smile
creased his face as he saw Seaview
bobbing in the light current below. When
the Institute had first been created, he’d designed an underwater sub pen for
his Seaview. Although the underground pen was still
utilized, there were increasingly frequent times when she was moored at the pen
visible from the windows that fronted this part of the Institute: something he
was very happy about at this moment.
“She’s
all right,” he murmured. “They weren’t
lying.”
“Why
would they lie to you about that, Admiral?”
Nelson
snorted and turned to her. “To keep me
from worrying. I…I don’t remember the
bomb at all but from what I’ve heard from various members of the crew, it was
very sophisticated,” he said turning back to the view. “If only I thought about there being a
secondary trigger. I might have…”
“Admiral?”
Jill asked in concern when he stopped what he was saying.
“I…remembered…about
the secondary trigger,” he said, his brow furrowed. “The bomb was…was interlaced with the…the
various systems of the boat. I…thought I
had defused it. Secondary trigger restarted
the countdown. I knew I couldn’t defuse
it in time.”
“What
did you do then?” Jill asked, knowing he hadn’t been able to remember anything
that had happened.
“I…had
to get it off the boat. I took it…some
place. Where?” he asked himself, closing
his eyes as if he could see it. “The
Missile Room. I…took it to the Missile Room. The…the dive chamber. It exploded.
I…I remember thinking I had been too late. That I had killed everyone on board.”
Suddenly
Nelson’s legs gave out and Vince caught him easily and half carried him back to
the chair and placed him in it tenderly.
“That
was good, Admiral,” Jill said, kneeling by his side and placing a hand on his
arm. “You remembered.”
Nelson
nodded before looking down into her eyes and smiled. “Yes, I…I did. Thank you, Miss Ruiz, Vince.”
“You’re
welcome, Admiral. And please call me
Jill. Now, I think that’s enough
excitement for today. Let’s get you back
to your room and a little rest.”
Vince
pushed Nelson down the hall to his room stopping as they saw Dr. Jamieson and
Dr. Bradley outside his room.
“Ah! There you are,” Bradley said with a
smile. “Enjoying some time out of your
room, Admiral?”
“Yes,
Doctor. Enjoyed it immensely,” he said
with a huge grin. “A little too short
but…”
“Next
time Admiral, it will be longer,” Jill said with a light touch on his
shoulder. “For now, let’s get you back
into bed.”
“Really? Back in bed?
How about a chair?” he asked with a hopeful look on his face which his
doctors quickly took away.
“Not
yet, Harry. Baby steps. There’s no need to rush things.” Jamie
admonished.
“Rush
things!” Nelson said harshly as Vince wheeled him back into his room and helped
him back into bed. “I hardly think
sitting in a chair is any different than sitting in this bed.”
“Well,
it is so lay back and rest,” Jamie said.
“Two therapy sessions in one day is one more than I thought you would
have today.”
“Dr.
Jamieson is right, Admiral. I know you
don’t think so but you’re making wonderful progress,” Bradley said with a
smile. “We wouldn’t want to have a
relapse now would we?”
Nelson
snorted and laid his head back against the pillows, not willing to admit to
them, or himself, that the therapy session had tired him out. But he had seen his Seaview with his own eyes and saw she was all right. He had to be thankful for that, he
supposed. And he had remembered the
bomb. Another piece to the puzzle of the
last three weeks had been found.
“I’ll
have to take your word for it, Dr. Bradley.”
“Admiral,
I think Vince and I will let you get some sleep,” Jill said.
“Thank
you, Miss…Jill, Vince. Perhaps you can
fill them in on what I managed to…remember,” he said cursing to himself as he
felt the overwhelming pull of sleep once more and sank into its arms.
“Remembered?”
Jamie asked with a quirked eye brow.
“Yes, he
saw Seaview at her berth and he
remembered the bomb. He remembered
something about a secondary trigger and the Missile Room. Does that make sense?”
“Yes,
it does,” Jamie said with a smile. He’d
thought Nelson would never remember the bomb or what had happened but he should
have known better.
“That’s
very good, Jamie,” Bradley said. “Very
encouraging.”
“Yes,
it is. If only we could get him to
believe it’s a good thing.”
~O~
Nelson
woke from his nap a few hours later to see Edith perched on a chair by his bed,
her head propped on one hand and her feet curled under her as she read from a rather
large book. He surreptitiously watched
her noting the shadows under her normally bright blue eyes and the lines of
worry that creased her brow.
He must
have moaned or made a slight sound as her eyes shot up from her book to his
eyes.
“You’re
awake!”
“Yes, I
am. What are you reading?”
“Oh,
just some art history book. Not anything
that’s your cup of tea, big brother,” she said as she rose and leaned over him.
“Got
any good books in there?” he asked, nodding to the large bag on the floor by
her chair.
“Nope. And even if I did, I wouldn’t give one to
you. I’m not taking any chances with
your health. I care about you too much.”
“You
look tired, Edie. You’re pushing
yourself.”
“Hmm,
you mean the way you do? Seriously, I
don’t know how you do all that you do in one day. It’s taking six of us just to keep our heads
above the paperwork and phone calls!”
“I love
what I do and who I do it with,” he said as he reached a hand out to brush a
strand of hair back from his sister’s face.
“That makes it easy. But you
shouldn’t push yourself. It’s not important.”
“Oh,
I’m just not sleeping well,” she said with a wave of her hand. “It’s too quiet at your house. No street noise, no sirens.”
“That’s
why I like it,” Harry said with a small smile.
“Well,
it’s not what I’m used to. However, I
can’t complain about that view! You chose a perfect spot to build your house.”
“It is
a beautiful view,” Harry said nodding.
“Can’t wait to see it again.
Soon.”
“You
will. Right now, you need to be here.”
“Yes, I
suppose. Did you hear about my wonderful
marathon?” he asked with a smirk.
“Yes! Jamie called the office to tell us you’d had
two therapy sessions and had walked a bit.”
“Yep. Walked all the way from here to waaay over there,” he said pointing to the door. “Didn’t fall once.”
“Harry,
I know it doesn’t seem like much, but it is.
Just a few days ago, we didn’t know if…”
“If?”
Nelson asked softly when she didn’t continue.
“A few
days ago we didn’t know if you would ever wake up. We didn’t know if you would ever be the man
we know and, some of us, love.”
“Only
some, Edie?” he asked with a twitch of his lips.
“Yes,
some,” she answered with a squeeze on his shoulder. “There was the very real possibility that
you…that you would be a…”
“A
vegetable?” he asked softly after a moment when she seemed unable to say it.
“Yes. We were pretty scared, Harry. Even if you woke up and knew where you were
and who you were, there was the chance you wouldn’t be able to walk, or see,
or…think the way you’re used to. The way
we’re used to. So you may have only
walked across the room, but it’s really a wonderful thing.”
“It’s
just so slow, Edie. To me,” he added
before she had a chance to berate him.
“I
know. But you walked today! And Jamie said you remembered what happened
on Seaview with the…the bomb! That’s wonderful! And your speech is so much better than
yesterday. It’s hardly slurred at all.
Jamie said you may not need speech therapy if you continue to improve on your
own!”
Nelson
was silent for a minute as he watched his little sister, dab at her eyes and
knew he’d been a fool. “I’m sorry,
Edie,” he said as he reached a hand up to caress her cheek. “It’s just hard to sit around.”
“But
it’s what you’re going to do, isn’t it?
Follow Jamie and Jon’s instructions?”
“Jon,
huh? Since when is he Jon?” he asked
with a raised eyebrow.
“Since…well,
never mind.”
Before
Nelson had a chance to inquire any more about Jon, the door opened and Lee,
carrying two dinner trays, entered the room.
“What
do you have there, Lee?” Nelson asked.
“Dinner! I told you I’d be back in time for
dinner. Well, it’s dinner time.”
“Well,
I should leave you two alone. I imagine you
have a lot to talk about,” Edith said leaning down and giving her brother a
quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back
tomorrow. Behave.”
“Why
does everyone tell me that?” Nelson asked with a frown. “I’d rather you stayed and we talked about
Jon.”
“I
wouldn’t,” Edith said with a smile. “Eat
your dinner no matter what it is and I’ll see you tomorrow. Lee, you make sure he eats something.”
“Yes,
ma’am. I plan on it,” Lee said with a
big smile as Edith pointed a finger at Nelson and smiled before heading out the
door.
Nelson
turned his eyes to Lee who smiled back at him.
“I heard you remembered about the bomb.”
“As
soon as I saw Seaview it came
back. At least I think it all came
back.”
“Well,
it doesn’t really matter. What matters
is getting you better and out of here.”
“Personally,
I’m up for the out of here part right now.”
“Not
yet, Admiral. You…”
“I know,
I know, Lee. Take it easy. Take it slowly…I know,” he said sadly.
“I
thought you might like to eat dinner with me tonight. Maybe catch up on a few things.”
“Such
as?”
“I’ve
been given permission to talk about a few business related things so once you
eat up, we can talk.”
“And
just what lovely culinary delicacies am I having tonight?”
Lee
placed Nelson’s tray on a table and pushed it over to him. With a flourish he took the lid off and both
men stared down at what lay on the plate before them.
“Looks
good, Admiral,” Lee said unconvincingly as Nelson wrinkled his nose.
“What
is it?”
“I…I
don’t really know,” Lee said sadly.
“Why
are you looking so sad?” Nelson asked. “I’m the one that’s supposed to
eat…that.”
“Well,
Jamie told me you hadn’t been eating so I…kind of told them to give me the same
thing you had,” he said as he took the lid off his own plate and stared down at
it.
“Why
did you do something as stupid as that?”
“I…thought
if you saw me eat it, you would, too.”
Nelson
snorted. “Sounds like a plan you didn’t
put much thought into, Lee,” he said as he picked up a fork and poked at what
he thought was meat, before looking up at Lee with a sparkle in his eye. “You know, you’re not a captive here. You could go get us some real food. I’ll wait right here.”
“I
don’t think that’s a good idea,” Lee said as he looked forlornly at his
meal. “I want you out of here as soon as
possible. I’m not going to take a chance
eating real food will be detrimental.”
Sighing
loudly, Nelson forked a bit of whatever was on his plate up and put it in his
mouth, his face screwed up in disgust for a moment.
“What
was it?” Lee asked, anxiously.
“I…I
think it was meat but it may have been potato.”
“Was it
good?” Lee asked hopefully.
He was
just about to tell him what he really thought of it when an impish smile came
over his face and he said, “Yes. It was
actually very good. Try it.”
“I’m
not sure I trust you,” he said but scooped a spoonful up and ate it
quickly. “Wow, it is good!
“You’ve
never been a good liar, Lee,” Nelson said shaking his head as he ate a bit more
of the dinner. If Lee was willing to go
to such lengths to get him to eat, he must be desperate and he didn’t want to
disappoint him.
A few
mouthfuls later, Nelson put his fork down and pushed the tray away. “That’s it.
I’m done.”
“Not
bad, Admiral. Jamie will be pleased.”
“Well,
that’s good to know, Lee. It’s what I
live for. So tell me what it is you’ve
been approved to talk to me about,” Nelson said as he turned his eyes to his
young friend in speculation.
“Well,
it’s just about a few of the proposals for the new computer upgrades. Chip wanted your input on them before he went
ahead with them.”
Nelson
smiled as he knew Chip was more than capable when it came to the computers but
was happy to be able to put his mind to work assessing quickly what Chip
needed. At least it seemed that part of
his brain still functioned and for that he was grateful.
The two
talked for awhile about the upgrades as well as a few other rather minor issues
before Lee noticed Nelson struggling to stay awake.
“Well,
I guess I should get out of here,” he said as he tapped Nelson gently on the
leg and rose from his seat. “You need
some sleep. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“All
right, Lee. I am tired,” he said with a
muffled yawn.
“Then
sleep,” he said as he gathered up the trays and looked down at Nelson whose
eyes had already closed.
“Good
night, Admiral,” he whispered.
~O~
Over
the next ten days, Nelson progressed fairly quickly in his recovery. His therapy continued throughout that time
with two or three sessions a day until the weakness on the right side was only
noticeable at times of stress or tiredness. The slurring had become only
evident when he was at the limits of his strength. More and more, Nelson was getting back to the
man he had been before the bomb much to the relief of his friends, family and
crew. His ribs had healed to the point
they were only painful when he moved too quickly while his left arm was still a
few weeks away from being cast free. The headaches still plagued him and there
were days when the meds did little to alleviate the pain. Still forbidden to do anything remotely
considered work by his medical team, Nelson’s moods were sometimes volatile as
he longed to take up where he had left off in his work and research. Still unknown was if he would even be able to
do the research and work he had made his life long passion. The big question remained: was there damage
to his brain that only time would tell?
Finally,
Nelson was given the green light to leave, much to the relief of everyone. On the day of his discharge, Jamie met him in
his room intending to go over what he was and was not allowed to do once he was
out from under the protective eyes of his doctors and nurses.
“I want
you to take it easy, Admiral,” Jamie said in a severe tone. “No work of any kind for the foreseeable
future.”
“Jamie…”
“No. For right now, you rest. You’re still not back to being yourself. The headaches are still there and you’re
still suffering from the effects of the fracture.”
“For
how long am I supposed to be…non-functioning?”
“We’ll
have to see. Your last tests were
encouraging but there’s still room for improvement. The fracture isn’t completely healed yet.”
“But
the injury is healing, right, Jamie?”
Lee asked in concern as he stood by Nelson’s side listening intently.
“Yes,
but it has more healing to do. As do
you,” he said as he stared intently at Nelson, knowing the man would chafe at
having to be house bound and work free for the foreseeable future.
“I
understand, Jamie. I’m sure my staff
will do everything you’ve asked them to do as far as keeping me in the dark
about the running of my Institute.”
Jamie
was about to say something else when the door to Nelson’s room opened and Jill
Ruiz stepped through pushing a wheelchair, a huge smile on her face.
“I heard
a rumor you were going home today,” she said with a big smile.
“So
I’ve been told, Miss Ruiz.”
“Jill.
Remember, Admiral? I’m happy
you’re feeling much better and doing so well.
The rumors of your… um…temper were exaggerated if I may say so,” she
said with a quirk of her lips.
“You may say so and I thank you. I don’t know where I get this reputation for
being some kind of monster,” he said with an innocent look on his face,
deciding to ignore the snort that came from Lee standing behind him.
“I’ll
see you first thing tomorrow morning for a therapy session,” she said.
“I’ll
make the coffee! Decaf unfortunately,
but I’ve been told it’s still coffee,” he said forlornly as he seated himself
in the chair.
Lee
smiled as he walked beside Nelson’s wheelchair as Jill pushed him down the hall
to the car waiting for them by the front entrance, Vince already there ready to
help if needed.
“Mr.
Carter, it’s been a pleasure and an honor to get to know you,” Nelson said as
he shook the man’s hand.
“Thank
you, sir. The pleasure’s been mine.”
Seated
finally in the car, Nelson displayed his extreme desire to be away.
“Let’s
go, Lee. It’s time I was home.”
Lee
smiled and turned to Jill. “See you in a
few minutes?”
“Vince
and I will be right down,” she said with a huge smile.
The
ride to Nelson’s house was accomplished quickly. Walking through the side door of his cliff side
house, Nelson stopped and took a deep breath, smiling as he closed his eyes.
“The
air just smells so much better here than up there,” he said gesturing up the
hill to the Med Bay before heading out through the sliding glass door to his
spacious deck, sighing in pleasure as he looked out to the ocean below. This was all he needed to complete his
recovery and get back to what he loved doing: his own bed, peace and quiet and his
ocean before him. Just a little bit
longer and he would have his life back.
Noticing
a rustle of noise and whispers coming from within the house, he went back inside,
surprised to see Lee, Edith, Chip, Angie, Sharkey and several of his crew
inside the door with big smiles on their faces.
“What’s
all…?”
“Surprise!”
they yelled in unison.
“That’s
really not a good thing to do to someone that’s just escaped from the
hospital,” he joked as he clutched his chest.
“But thank you.”
“We
just wanted you to know…well, we’re glad you’re all right, sir. The men planned this little surprise to
welcome you home,” Sharkey said as he gestured outside to the deck.
Nelson turned
to the deck and saw more members of the crew as well as members of the Med Bay
staff arriving and he stepped back out.
The spacious yard by the side of the deck was covered with tables and
chairs and several grills were belching luscious scents that made Nelson’s
mouth water.
“How
did I miss all that?” he asked in a hushed voice, overwhelmed by what he was
seeing.
“You
were focused on one thing and one thing only, Admiral. Your ocean,” Lee said happily as he came out
on the deck with him, gesturing to the sea below.
“I
suppose so,” Nelson said in awe as he watched his friends and crew wave to him
or call greetings to him as they ambled by.
“I had no idea this was…that anyone was planning something like this.”
“You
weren’t supposed to know. We’re very good
at keeping secrets, sir,” Angie said with a smile, as she walked to his side, happy
her boss was recovering.
“Not
sure how to take that, Angie but thank you.”
“Here,
Harry,” Edith said as she came up beside him with a glass filled with an amber
liquid which she handed to him. “It’s
just juice so don’t get excited. Let’s
go get you situated at one of those chairs before they’re all gone.”
Harry
was about to tell Edith he wasn’t tired and didn’t need to sit down but thought
better of it as he knew the worry his sister, and his friends, had experienced
over the past few weeks. Grudgingly he followed
her and seated himself at a spot where he could see the activities on the side
yard.
“Well,
Admiral! I hope you’re enjoying your
surprise.”
Looking
up, Nelson saw Jamie standing beside him with a bottle of beer in his hand.
“I am
enjoying it. What I can see of it from
here. Do you by any chance think I could
have one of those?” he asked gesturing to the bottle in Jamieson’s hand.
“I don’t
think that would be a good idea,” he said with a shake of his head.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought,” he said as he turned
his gaze back to the yard where members of the crew had set up a volleyball net
and were choosing teams.
“Come
on,” Jamie said when he saw the wistful look in Nelson’s eyes. “Let’s go watch a bit closer.
“You
sure my keeper won’t object?” he asked with a smile.
“I know
Edith’s being a bit protective of you right now, but try to understand. She was quite worried. We all
were worried. We don’t want you pushing
yourself,” he said with a hand on his shoulder.
“We came too close to losing you.”
“I do
understand, Jamie. It’s just…hard to sit
back and let other people do what I should be doing or what I want to be doing.”
“It
won’t be for long. I promise. You’ll live.”
With a
laugh, Nelson walked slowly down the steps at the end of the deck and stood off
to the side, watching the crewmen play a very animated game of volleyball,
while the smoke from the grills that had been set up to the rear of the yard wafted
over them. “I assume that whatever is
being cooked on those grills over there is something I’m allowed to eat?” he
asked with a quirked eyebrow.
“Yes,
Admiral. You are allowed to eat whatever
is being cooked over there,” Jamie said with a laugh. “Your dietary restrictions for the most part
are over. Watch the salt. No caffeine or alcohol for the time being but
other than that, have at it. You need to
put some weight back on anyway. You lost
a lot over the past few weeks,” he said, noticing how the clothes Nelson wore
hung on his frame.
“Funny. A few months ago I was in your office and you
nagged me about losing weight,” he said with a huge smile, turning as he felt a
hand on his shoulder and saw Seamen Kowalski and Patterson standing beside him
with big smiles on their faces.
“Admiral! We just wanted to tell you…well, we’re glad
that you’re getting better, sir, and can’t wait until you can sail on Seaview with us again,” Kowalski said as
Patterson nodded.
“I
can’t tell you how much I long to do the same thing, Ski. Hopefully, it won’t be too much longer. And Pat, I wanted to thank you again for the
photos you took when I was being…well, the photos of the crew. It…it meant a lot to me.”
“You’re
welcome, sir. I just thought when you got better you’d see…well you’d see how
much we care about you,” he said quietly, embarrassed by Nelson’s gratitude.
“I…did. Thank you both.”
The two
seamen nodded and raced off to join the others in the volleyball game as Nelson
watched them go.
“You
chose well in your crew. They would do
anything for you,” Jamie said quietly.
“Yes,
for the most part I chose well,” he said pensively.
“Don’t
blame yourself about Howard. You weren’t
the only one he fooled.”
“Perhaps,
but my lapse nearly cost everyone on board their lives, Jamie. That responsibility lies solely at my feet,”
he said sullenly before turning away and heading to the food tables where he
was handed a plate brimming with food by Lee.
“Lee, I
can’t possibly eat all this! But I’m
going to have fun trying,” he said with a gleam in his eye.
The
rest of the day was spent eating the food the cooks had grilled or that had
been brought by those attending and watching various games played on the yard
above the ocean. Some of the crew had
brought bathing suits and traversed the path down from the house to the beach
and frolicked in the surf as Nelson watched longingly, wishing he had the
strength to make his way down to the beach.
He longed to feel the salt spray in his face and hear the gentle lap of
the waves on the sand.
“Soon,
Admiral Nelson,” a soft voice behind him said.
Looking
over his shoulder, he smiled as he saw Jill Ruiz standing behind him with a
knowing look in her eye.
“Just
how is it you know what I’m thinking?” he asked with a slight smile on h is
face.
“Easy. World renowned marine biologist forbidden to
do any of the things he loves staring at his beloved ocean so close to him yet
so far away down a path he feels he is unable, or permitted, to navigate.”
Nelson
snorted. “Very good, Miss…Jill. Very good,” he said as he turned his gaze
back to the water.
“I know
you’ve heard this a lot lately but…soon.
Soon, you’ll have your life back, including your beloved ocean, research
and submarine,” she said as she put her hand on his arm.
“It
can’t come soon enough,” he said so softly, Jill barely heard. “But, I have guests and those guests are
probably staring at me in concern right now, so let me escort you to the
dessert table,” he said as he offered her his arm.
“I
would be honored, Admiral,” she said as she laced her arm through his and
walked off to eat more of the cake she knew she shouldn’t eat.
~O~
The
afternoon had faded into evening when Lee noticed the admiral was beginning to
tire and he walked to him.
“Admiral,
maybe we should go back inside. You’re
looking a bit tired,” he said as he waited for the explosion he was sure was
coming.
“I…actually
I hate to say it but you’re right. I…I
am a bit tired. I just don’t want the
day to end. It’s been so good to see
everyone again,” he said regretfully.
“It’s
been good for them to see you, sir. They’ve
been worried about you. Come on. I’ll walk you back into the house,” he said
as he signaled to Chip who was watching them from across the yard where they
were going.
“Maybe
there’s some of that cake left,” Nelson said with a smile.
“You
know you’ve lost a lot of weight over the past few weeks but you don’t have to
put it all back on in one day!” Lee joked, pleased when he heard Nelson’s bark
of laughter.
Climbing
the few stairs that led from the yard up to the deck was slow going and Lee
worried they had done too much today. Maybe it would have been better for them
to have waited to welcome the admiral back home but the men seemed excited to
hear of Nelson’s release and had planned the day’s activities.
Pausing
at the top of the stairs for a moment, Nelson took a few moments to regain his
breath and shook off the tiredness that wafted through him. Entering the kitchen off the deck, he was immediately
greeted by Edith.
“Harry,
I was wondering where you had gotten to.
Are you all right?” she asked in concern as she studied his face.
“I’m
just fine, Edie. Lee here wanted to come
in and see if there was any more of that cake,” he said with a wink at Lee who
shook his head and laughed.
“Actually,
Admiral there are a few pieces left. I
put a few in your refrigerator for you and Edith for later but there’s still a
few here,” Angie said as she came up behind him, smiling, as she knew it wasn’t
Lee who had wanted the cake. “If you
want I can cut a slice for Lee and you two can sit down in the living room while
he eats it.”
“Sounds
good. Cut a piece for me also and you’ve
got a deal,” he said as he walked slowly through the kitchen and into the spacious
living room, seating himself heavily on the couch with a sigh.
“Where’s
Jamie anyway?” Nelson asked looking about him.
“I thought for sure he or Dr. Bradley would be here watching that I
didn’t tire myself out or have too much fun.”
“I saw
Jamie leave a few hours ago,” Lee said as he accepted a plate with a huge slice
of cake on it from Angie and watched as Nelson took his, his right hand
trembling a bit at the weight. He shook
his head in worry as he knew he should have tried to get Nelson to come in
sooner.
“Has he
seemed different to you or is just me?” Nelson asked as he ate the cake slowly,
trying hard not to allow his hand to shake.
“To
tell you the truth, he hasn’t seemed himself for some time now. Even during the last cruise, he seemed distracted. And after you…after the bomb…he seemed…unsure
of himself and of what to do.”
“That
doesn’t sound like Jamie,” Nelson said with a frown.
“No, it
doesn’t.”
“I
suppose if there’s something going on with him he’ll talk about when and if he
wants,” Nelson said with a frown, worried about his friend.
“I
guess. Well, I’m going to go see how the
clean up is going,” Lee said rising and putting a hand on Nelson’s leg as he
started to rise. “You stay here and
rest. We’ll take care of the clean up.”
“You know,
that sounds good,” Nelson said tiredly.
“Will you make sure everyone knows how much I appreciate all they’ve
done?”
Lee
nodded and headed for the kitchen.
Turning back he saw Nelson lay his head back against the chair and close
his eyes.
“Is he
all right,” Angie asked in concern as she peered over Lee’s shoulder at her
boss.
“Just
tired. He fell right asleep.”
“Maybe
this wasn’t the best time to do this,” Edith said worriedly as she finished
washing a pot and put it down on the counter, staring at her brother in anxiety.
“He’s
fine and he enjoyed it, Edith,” Lee said as he turned back to her. “He needed this. He’s been told that he can’t do this and he
can’t do that for long enough. I’m surprised
he hasn’t lit into someone yet.”
Angie
laughed. “To tell you the truth, so am
I!”
“Well,
Jon said he was doing fine, I guess I just need to believe it and let him go.”
“Jon,
huh?” Lee asked with a smirk on his face.
“You and…Jon seem to be getting along pretty well.”
Edith’s
face reddened as she blustered. “Jon’s
just…he’s…he’s Harry’s doctor. I
just…well, he took the time to talk to me about…about Harry and what to
expect. That’s all. And if you think there’s anything going on
between us, well you can just stop, Lee Crane,” she blustered as she pointed a
finger at him.
From
the living room, they heard Nelson chuckle softly. “You tell him, Edie.”
“I
guess he wasn’t as asleep as I thought he was,” Lee said with a scowl.
“Come
on. Let’s go help clean up. And you, Admiral Nelson…go to sleep,” Angie
said as she grabbed Edith’s and Lee’s arms and pulled them toward the door,
smiling when they heard Nelson’s muffled, “Yes, Miss Wood,” followed by a soft
snore.
~O~
The
next morning, Nelson awoke to the call of seagulls outside his window and smiled
as he remembered he was home and would soon be back to work. Stretching, he luxuriated in the feel of his
own bed that cradled him and he closed his eyes, thinking another few minutes
of sleep wouldn’t hurt. Turning on his
side, he glanced at the clock by his bed and grimaced. How
did it get to be so late? He wasn’t one
to lie about and here it was almost 0730 and he was still in bed.
“Getting
lazy, Nelson. Long nap after the party
last night followed by way too many hours asleep today. Too much time lounging about doing nothing is
making you soft,” he mumbled to himself as he threw the covers back and swung
his legs over the side of the bed, pausing as a brief bout of lightheadedness and
nausea washed over him.
“Someday,
I’m going to be able to get out of bed and walk without that annoying
dizziness,” he said as he rose cautiously and walked unsteadily to the bathroom
when it had passed somewhat.
A half
hour later he strolled into the kitchen downstairs to see Edith, a cup of
coffee by her side and her nose in a paper seated at the table out on the deck.
Walking
outside he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Yep.
The air just smelled so much better here.
“Harry! I was hoping you would sleep later,” Edith
said as she put down her paper and stared at him in concern.
“Later? I have therapy in an hour. How much later did you want me to sleep? I slept for almost twelve hours!” he said as
he looked about the deck, noticing it and the side yard had been thoroughly
cleaned of all evidence of yesterday’s festivities.
“You
were so tired last night, I just thought…”
“Edie,
I’m fine. Stop worrying. Is that coffee something I’m allowed to
have?” he asked pointing to the carafe by her side.
“Yes. You go decaf, I go decaf,” she said with a
smile.
“Such a
good sister you are to deprive yourself of a good cup of coffee,” he said with
a smile as he poured himself a cup and sat down.
“Yes
well, I can always get the real stuff later,” she said with an evil grin as she
rose. “You enjoy that while I make you
something to eat.”
“I’m
not very hungry, Edith,” he said as he felt his stomach roil at the thought of
food. “Just toast would be fine.”
“Not
hungry? What’s wrong?”
“Edith,
I’m fine! I just ate too much
yesterday. That’s all.”
Edith
stared at him a bit longer before going inside, coming back out shortly with
two pieces of toast.
“Thanks,
Edith.”
“It’s
just toast, Harry,” she said with a smile.
“I don’t
just mean for the toast. I mean for
being here,” he said quietly as he pulled the toast apart and slowly ate it
piece by piece.
“Where
else would I be? You’re all I have. I…” she stopped what she was about to say as
she felt tears rise up in her as she thought of the past weeks and the worry
she’d felt…the hopelessness.
“I’m
sorry Edith. I never planned to make
your life hard,” he said as he placed a hand on hers and squeezed, pleased the
strength was coming back in it. “I know
how many times you’ve sat by my bedside and waited, prayed, called to me. I don’t mean to worry you or tear you away
from your life.”
“Harry,
you’re my brother. I love you and there
is no place else I would ever be. You’ve
always been there for me.”
“Not
always,” he said quietly.
“When
you were able to, you were. When duty
wasn’t calling you to some far off place or your work wasn’t taking you to
places I can only dream of, you were there.
Besides, you saved your men and your sh…your boat. I’m very proud of you.”
Nelson
was quiet for a time, trying to forget Derek Howard and the guilt he felt at
having missed who the man was. Staring out
at his beloved ocean, he watched the waves dance in a slight gust of wind that
blew across the water and wished once more he could be down there, out on the
water with the breeze blowing through his hair.
“Well,
I’m on the road to being back to my old self so why don’t you go to town or
something?” he asked, turning his thoughts back to his companion. “Get out, shop, go for a drive and stop
worrying about me.”
“I
don’t want you alone. In case…”
“Jill
will be here soon. Besides, you’re
worrying me.”
“Me? How am I worrying you?” she asked, her
eyebrows raised in puzzlement.
“You
flew all the way from Boston, how many weeks ago? Gave up your teaching to sit by my side. Since then you’ve either been nearby or in my
office doing work I should be doing or here taking care of me. I feel guilty.”
“Well
don’t. There’s no place I want to be
more than here.”
A knock
on the side door stopped Nelson from what he was about to say as Edith disappeared
inside to answer the knock. Opening it
she saw Jill Ruiz standing outside with a big smile on her face. “Good morning Edith! How is he this morning?” she asked.
“A bit
grumpy. Good luck with him.”
“I heard
that, Edie!” Nelson called from the deck.
“There’s nothing wrong with my hearing you know. Jill, come on in and ignore my sister.”
“How
are you feeling this morning, sir?” she asked as she walked out on the deck to
stand by her patient.
“Wonderful. No headache and ready to get to it. The sooner I get my strength back; the sooner
things get back to normal for all of us.
Edie, go. Get out of here. Please?”
“All
right. But I’ll be back in an hour.”
Make it
two. Or three,” he yelled as he watched
his sister disappear out the door and heard her drive off.
“She’s
very devoted to you, Admiral.”
“Yes she
is. Perhaps too devoted. But let’s get to it,” he said, turning his
gaze to his therapist. “What did you
have in mind for me today?”
Over
the next two hours, Jill worked with Nelson on various strengthening exercises
and was once again astounded how fast the man seemed to respond.
“Well,
once again you’ve done more today than I had anticipated,” Jill said at the end
of two hours. “Your flexibility is
improving, your walking is progressing and the strength in your right side is
almost perfect. Once you get that cast
off you can start strengthening that arm.”
“And
then I’ll be as good as new,” Nelson said with a smile.
“Or
better! Who knows?” Jill laughed. “Well, I have another patient downtown so I
should be off. Don’t push yourself,
Admiral. You’re doing fine.”
“Thank
you,” he said. “Have a good day and I’ll
see you tomorrow.”
With a
wave, Jill went to her car and sped off down the long drive to the main road
while Nelson watched in envy.
Shaking
his head, he walked back inside and stared about him. For the first time in a long time, he was
alone and he smiled. He walked to the
kitchen, poured himself a glass of juice and went back out on the deck, trying
to ignore the beginnings of another headache.
How much longer was he going to have to put up with the daily
headaches? Some of them were so fierce
he almost wished for unconsciousness to alleviate the pain. Sitting down in a chair that looked out over
the ocean, he rubbed his head in a vain attempt at easing the pain and was
surprised when a bottle of pills was put on the table in front of him.
Looking
from the pills to the person who stood over him, he grimaced as he saw Lee with
a severe look on his face.
“Another
headache?” he asked simply.
“A bit
of one. Jill just left. I guess maybe I tried to do too much,” he
said as he reached for the pills he knew would ease the pain but not take it
completely away.
“Where’s
Edith?” Lee asked as he seated himself by his friend’s side and stared at him
in concern, looking for any sign he should call Jamieson.
“I told
her to get out of here while Jill was here.
She spends too much time here with me.”
“She
just cares about you. So do I. So do Chip and the crew,” he said softly as
he stared at Nelson. “We’re all just
worried about you.”
“I
know, Lee. But I…”
“Look I
know you don’t like being taken care of but let us. OK? We
thought…we thought you weren’t going to come back. I saw you…I saw you die in the Missile Room
and I thought that was it. I was never
going to be able to talk to you or sail on Seaview
again with you or…anything again. When I
saw that machine breathing for you…I…I can’t tell you how It ripped my heart
out. I was… Hell, I was scared! So you letting us take care of you and worry
about you is a small price to pay for what we went through. Edith thought she’d lost you and she was…well
she was scared. So forgive her
hovering. Our hovering.”
Nelson
sat in silence for a time, absorbing what his friend had said, knowing it was
true. Hard to hear but true. Finally, he turned his gaze to Lee who stared
out at the ocean with a contemplative look.
“You’re
right. I know you’re right. I’ll…do better. All right?” he asked with a quirk of his
lips.
“All
right,” Lee said with a slight smile. He
acknowledged what Nelson felt but thought maybe the man understood what the
past weeks had been like for them.
Perhaps he understood the fear, the worry, the grief they had all
experienced as they’d waited.
“How
about you do me a favor?” Nelson asked leaning forward on the table and staring
at Lee with a slight smile.
“I
don’t like that look. What is it?”
“In
exchange for ignoring the hovering, how about you fill me in on a few things
going on with the Institute or Seaview? Just something so I feel like I’m not
completely clueless?”
Lee
stared at his friend for a long time and Nelson saw him struggling. But he’d been where Nelson was, recuperating
but having his friends shut him out for his own good and knew what it felt
like. Sighing, he rubbed a hand over his
brow, searching for something innocuous to share. “Well, Kelly down in HR is pregnant I
hear. Somewhere about three months along
I heard. Everyone thought she had the
flu but…”
“Lee! Not gossip for crying out loud!”
Lee
laughed to see the stricken look on his friend’s face. “All right, all right. We’ll start with Seaview. The computer
upgrades are coming along nicely and should be completed by the end of the
week. The repairs of the damage from
the…the bomb will be complete soon. The
bomb destroyed the dive…the dive chamber,” he hesitated as he remembered
finding Nelson under the rubble of what was left. “But we’re finally almost finished repairing
it. It’ll soon be good as new.”
“That’s
good,” Nelson said, deciding to ignore the slight hesitation in Lee’s words,
suspecting where his thoughts had gone. “When
I saw the countdown begin again, I…I didn’t know what to do. I knew I didn’t have time to open the casing
and…well; containing the explosion was all I could think to do.”
“It
worked. Mostly,” Lee said as he turned
his gaze to Nelson. Worked but at a high cost.
Nelson
looked up at the tone he heard in Crane’s voice and saw the look in his
eyes. “Lee, it worked. The boat and crew
are safe. I’m…getting better. I’d do it again if I had to. Or perhaps find another way,” he laughed. “So how about the Institute?”
“If
Jamie knew I was talking work with you…”
“Lee, I
need something. Anything. Do you know how bored I am?”
“Yes, I
do. All right,” he said holding his
hands up in surrender as he remembered the conversation in the Observation Nose
right before the bomb had been discovered about how Nelson felt about downtime. For the next half hour, Lee talked to Nelson
about the Institute, picking and choosing what he told the man in the hope he
would be satisfied and was surprised when he was.
~O~
For the
next week, Jill came daily and put Nelson through increasingly harder exercises
and was thrilled, as was he that he responded so well. By the end of the week she surprised him with
the announcement that she thought he was ready to tackle the trail down to the
beach.
Like a
little boy given an unexpected present, he traversed the path eagerly, reveling
in the freedom the simple act allowed him. Reaching the beach, he stopped and
stared out at the azure water, letting the sound of the waves crashing on the
beach and the tangy scent of the ocean in his nostrils fill him with deep,
satisfying peace. Off shore he made out
a pod of dolphins cavorting in the frothy waves and he smiled as he watched
them, wishing hard he were out there with them.
“Soon,
Admiral,” Jill said quietly as she came up to stand by him, knowing how hard
the past weeks had been on the man.
Nodding,
he turned his gaze from the ocean to the buildings bordering the edge of the
Institute and frowned slightly. He
wanted… needed…to be there doing his work, his research, making decisions he
made for the good of his Institute, his employees and his life’s chosen work.
“You
know, you should be very proud of what you’ve accomplished, Admiral Nelson,”
Jill said as she saw where his thoughts had gone. “Your Institute, your submarine, are
testimonies to not only your tenacity but your vision.”
“Thank
you. But the people I surround myself
with deserve a lot of the credit. They’re the ones running things now,” he said
sadly as he lowered his gaze from his Institute back to the woman beside him.
“Only
for a bit longer,” she said. “You’ve
progressed so well, you don’t really need much in the way of therapy any
more. Your weakness is almost completely
gone and your speech is fine.”
“Ah,
but what about the rest?” he asked, raising
an eyebrow at her.
“You
mean is there still something waiting to be noticed? Some…”
“Deficiency. Weakness.
Something I’ve lost because of the injury that I don’t know about.”
“Only
time will tell but I think I know you well enough to say you’ve probably
already tested yourself. Tried to
remember things, attempted complex mathematical equations, contemplated any
number of things a world renowned scientist such as yourself might ponder in a
day,” she said with a knowing smile.
Nelson
laughed heartily. “You’re very good,
Miss Ruiz. I have but…there are things
you can’t plan for. Things…”
“Worrying
about what ifs isn’t productive, is it?
Now, we’ve been here long enough. Let’s get back.”
Sighing,
Nelson nodded and headed back to his house which had in some sad way become a
prison…one he hoped to be free from shortly.
~O~
A few
more weeks of enforced rest passed before Jamie called Nelson to his office for
a final check before releasing him for light work.
“Well,
Admiral, you’ve progressed well. I must
say I wasn’t very encouraged at first. I
apologize for underestimating you.”
“Not a
problem, Will. From what I’ve heard and
read, the prognosis should have been…not encouraging. But I had two fine doctors and a slew of
people talking me home. So when can I
get back to work?”
“Let me
take that cast off first and we’ll do an x-ray of the arm, make sure the bone
has healed well enough for you to be cast free.”
“That
would be wonderful. The thing itches
something fierce,” Nelson said with a grimace.
“I bet
it does. After that we’ll do some more
x-rays on your head and check those ribs again.
Then Jon and I want to run a few other tests and I’ll let you know
probably in a few days if you can get back to work. But only for a few hours a day. No pushing
it. Now, have you had any problems? Any symptoms?
Vision problems, speech, gait issues?
Any pain?”
“I’m
fine, Jamie.”
“Harry? The truth.”
Nelson
sighed and looked away from the probing eyes of Jamieson. “There are still
headaches. And occasionally there’s some
nausea and lightheadedness but nothing else.
Even when I’m tired, which isn’t often as I don’t do anything to tire
myself out, the speech seems fine and the weakness on the right side seems to
have corrected itself, thanks to Jill.”
“Well,
unfortunately, the headaches are probably going to be around for a bit
yet. I’ll give you a prescription for a
higher dose of pain killer and something for the nausea.”
“Sounds
good,” Nelson said, relieved he wasn’t going to be put back in Med Bay or have
his restrictions increased.
“Let’s
get to these tests and see if we can get you back to work.”
“I’m
all for that,” Nelson said with a smile as headed off to face another round of
tests. Soon, the poking and prodding
would be over and he would have his life back.
~O~
A few
hours later, Nelson emerged from the Med Bay with a smile on his face. He flexed his left arm and grimaced at the
weakness in it. More therapy but the
dreaded cast and its infernal itching were gone! Both Jon and Jamie seemed pleased with
whatever they saw on the tests but cautioned him to take it easy for a few more
days until they fully scrutinized the results.
~O~
Monday
morning, almost exactly three months after he had been injured in the bomb,
Nelson had been given the long awaited permission to begin spending short
periods of time at the office. He
dressed for the first time since the blast in his uniform and took special
pleasure in it. It had been too
long. Smiling at his reflection in the
mirror, he nodded and headed downstairs for a quick breakfast. Edith had been persuaded a few days ago to
return to her life in
A knock
on the door shortly after he’d finished his quick breakfast told him his driver
had arrived. Grabbing his very light
briefcase, he opened the door to see Kowalski, a big smile on his face,
standing there. Some things were still
on his unapproved list and he had decided to not fight Jamie on them. Not being allowed to drive, something he
longed for was one of the things he was still forbidden to do. For now.
“Admiral! It’s sure good to see you back in uniform,
sir!” Kowalski said happily as he helped Nelson to the car, unmindful of the frown
the action caused in Nelson.
“I
can’t tell you how good it is to be in uniform, Ski,” he said as he settled
himself in the car and sighed. Slowly,
he was getting his life back.
A short
drive up to the Institute and he was climbing from the car and heading off to
his office hastily before Kowalski had a chance to catch up to him. Entering the outer office quickly, he stopped
in amazement as he saw Lee, Chip, Jamie Angie and several members of his staff
as well as members of the
“What
the devil is this all about?” he asked in amazement.
“We
just wanted to welcome you back, sir,” Angie said with a big smile.
“The
place hasn’t been the same without you,” Lee said softly.
“I…thank
you. Thank you all,” he said in a hushed
voice, overcome by the realization he’d hired some truly amazing people that
had become closer to him than he had ever thought possible.
“Well,
I know you want to get right to work as your time is limited, but we have
cake. And we can’t start the day until
the cake is cut. So let’s go,” Angie
said as she took the briefcase from his hands, handed it to Lee, slipped her arm
through his and guided her boss down the hall to one of the conference rooms
that held more people and had been decorated with balloons and banners.
“This
is all…quite unexpected. But…again, thank
you,” he said simply as he gazed about him for a moment then proceeded to cut
the large cake in the center of the room, smiling as Angie handed the cut
slices to those about her.
An hour
later, the secretaries and other staff members drifted off to their respective
offices leaving Nelson and Lee alone in the room.
“That
was…very nice, Lee. Very nice. Thank you,” Nelson said softly as he stared
at his friend.
“Well,
thank Angie. She’s the one that set it
up. Said we had to do something to
welcome you back.”
“I’ll
be sure to thank her. Now, I hope Jamie
doesn’t count this as my four allotted hours in the office, because I’m not,”
Nelson said as he rose from his seat, wincing as the familiar pain flashed in
his head again. When was it going to go
away?
“You
all right, Admiral?” Lee asked in concern, reaching a steadying hand out to
Nelson when he saw the wince.
“Yes,
it’s just a little twinge, Lee. I’m
fine.”
“I can
take you back home if you’re not up for…”
“No,
Lee I’m fine. Jamie said I would have
these headaches for a while. Let’s just
get some work done today, eh?’ he said as he slapped Crane on the arm and with
a smile, headed out the door leaving Lee to stare after him in unease.
~O~
A week
later Nelson, still on restricted light duty, sat in his office fighting
another monster headache. He rubbed his aching head wishing he could think straight. For the most part he felt fine but there were
times when the pain took stage front and center making it hard to
concentrate. Jamie had told him that some
pain was normal for what he had been through, but he was surprised at the
ferocity of it at times. In all
likelihood, he should probably talk to Jamie again and see if maybe there was
something not quite healed yet but he didn’t relish another stint in the
Sighing,
he picked up a folder and began to read, relaxing as the pain in his head eased
somewhat as he concentrated on what he was reading. His brow furrowed as he realized the report before
him had been ineptly written by someone that should have known the correct way
to format the research. His anger began
to build the longer he read. Not only
was the writer ineffectually stating the data Nelson almost knew by heart but
he had skimmed over sections Nelson felt should have been stated more emphatically.
Fed up,
Nelson pushed the button on his intercom.
“Angie, get me Dr. Patel now! I
want him in my office in ten minutes if not sooner!”
“Yes
sir,” his secretary replied easily as she tried to raise the man in question on
the phone. She knew from the sound of
her boss’s voice that Dr. Patel was in for a tongue lashing and she didn’t envy
the man at all. Patel had only been at
the Institute for a few weeks. Fresh out
of MIT with a brand spanking new doctorate to add to his name, he was young and
a bit of a smart ass if Angie was forced to admit it. But Nelson didn’t hire incompetents and she
was sure whatever was wrong was easily fixed.
Ten
minutes became fifteen minutes and then twenty but still no return call from
Dr. Patel.
“Angie! Where is Dr. Patel? I asked twenty minutes ago for him to get
down here. It doesn’t take that long to
walk from the Chemistry building!”
“No
sir. I’m still waiting for him to answer
my…”
“He
hasn’t answered you yet? What does he
think he’s doing? Call him again!
Impress upon him that if he wants to work here he’d better answer when he’s
called!”
“Yes,
sir,” Angie replied meekly, as she reached for the phone again, calling the chemistry
building’s secretary this time instead of the man’s office, only to be told
that Dr. Patel had gone home earlier in the day. Knowing she would have to
enter Nelson’s office and tell him the man wasn’t here, she groaned at the
prospect but decided to get on with it.
Since his return, Nelson’s moods had been wildly fluctuating and she
dreaded what she was sure to come.
Nelson
sat at his desk, his head in his hands as tried to convince the pain in his
head to ease. He heard a knock on his
door and looked up. “Come in,” he said
in a carefully controlled voice as he sat back in his chair.
The door
opened to reveal, not Dr. Patel as he had anticipated, but his secretary. “Sir, the chemistry building’s secretary said
Dr. Patel went home earlier today.”
“He went
home?”
“Yes,
sir. Janice, the chemistry building
secretary said she wasn’t sure why.”
“He just
went home?” he yelled as he threw the offending report back on his desk. “He sends me this piece of scientific drivel,
expecting it to make sense and he just leaves?
Perhaps I should make that a permanent arrangement!”
Angie
watched as Nelson rose from his chair and began to pace, his hand hitting his
leg repeatedly in agitation. She began
to worry that Nelson, who had only been back to work part time for a few days,
was overexerting himself. And she was
confused at what Nelson was so upset about.
Patel was new. He couldn’t have
been involved in anything significant.
“Sir, please
calm down. I’m sure once he comes back
to work he’ll fix whatever…”
“Fix
it? Fix it! It shouldn’t have been allowed to reach my
desk the way it was written! Someone
should have checked his work over before it was sent up here!”
“I’m
sure…”
“You’re
sure of what, Miss Wood? Sure he is
capable of writing a scientific report?
Sure he belongs here? What?” he
yelled at her, a voice inside questioning why he was yelling at someone he
considered not only the best damn secretary he’d ever had but a very good
friend as well.
“I…I just
think maybe he needs some time to fit in.
Adjust. I know how hard it can be
to be new and…”
“And you
think I should let him have that time to adjust? Is that what you think? Well, Miss Wood, you aren’t paid to tell me
my job. You’re paid to be a
secretary. I didn’t ask you for your
opinion now, did I?”
Angie’s
face went white as she heard her boss rant on.
She’d never been talked to that way by him and his words cut like a
knife right through her.
“I’m
sorry, Admiral. It won’t happen
again. I…I have work I should get back
to,” she said softly, cursing the slight tremble to her words. She quickly left the office, closing the door
behind her gently.
She
leaned her head back against the coolness of the closed door and sighed deeply,
trying to get her emotions under control.
Nelson was hot tempered but he’d never talked to her, or anyone that she
could recall, the way he just had. Her
brow creased in concern. Maybe Nelson
had come back to work too soon. But then
again, she was no doctor and Jamieson had approved Nelson being in the office
for a few hours every day. Sighing, she
went to her desk and began to get back to her secretarial duties, trying to put
the whole confrontation out of her mind.
On the
other side of the office door, Nelson slumped into his chair and placed his
head in his hands. What had come over
him? He’d never talked to Angie the way
he just had. When he replayed the words
in his head, he cringed at, not only what he’d said but how he’d said it. He
shook his head in sorrow, then moaned as pain exploded in his head and he
gasped at the intensity of it.
He leaned
back in his chair and tried to look beyond the pain, concentrate on something
other than the incessant pounding in his head.
After a few minutes, the pain began to subside again and he breathed easier. He sat up hesitantly, afraid the pain would
return but when it didn’t, he began to think.
He knew he needed to apologize to Angie and he needed to do that
now. The longer it went unaddressed, the
worse it would be, for both of them.
Rising
slowly from his chair, he waited to see if the pain would make another
appearance. When it didn’t, he walked to
the door and opened it. On the other
side, he saw Angie, typing away but obviously still distraught and he cursed
whatever had caused him to say the things he had.
“Angie?’
he called out softly, guilt filling him as he saw her start.
“Yes
sir?” she said hesitantly as he walked to her side.
“I…I’m
sorry,” he said as he spread his hands out in front of him. “I don’t know what came over me. To talk to you that way was inexcusable. I had no right. And more than that, I had no reason to yell
at you like that. None of this is your
fault. I…I’m sorry.”
Angie
gazed up at her boss, concern replacing the misery she’d felt before as she
took in his pallor and noticed the slight trembling in his hands, a gleam of
pain reflected in his eyes.
“It’s…it’s
all right, sir. I know you didn’t mean
it. Really, it’s all right.”
“No Angie,
it isn’t! I had no right. I have no excuse,” he said as he paced in
front of her desk one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing his brow. “I hope you can forgive me and know you’re
more to me than just my secretary. You run NIMR when I’m not here and sometimes
when I am! I just…I don’t know what came
over me.”
Angie was
just about to tell him again it was all right when he moaned and swayed,
catching himself quickly on her desk.
“Admiral!”
she yelled as she ran around to the other side of the desk. “Here.
Sit,” she said as she grabbed him by the arms, guided him into a nearby chair
and pushed him down in it as she knelt beside him.
Nelson
sank into the chair and put his aching head in his hands. “Thank you, Angie. I…I guess maybe I…I didn’t eat today. That’s all it was,” he said softly as he
looked down into her concerned eyes.
“Have you
taken your medicine today?” she asked, knowing if he hadn’t eaten he in all
likelihood hadn’t taken the pills.
Mumbling
about stubborn four-star admirals under her breath when he shook his head, she
rose and went to his office to get his pills.
Returning with them and a glass of water, she handed them to him,
shocked as she saw the tremor in his hands which he tried to cover.
“Admiral…”
“I’m all
right, Angie. I just need to sit here
for a minute,” he said as he took the pill and drank the glass of water.
“Begging
your pardon, but you’re not all right.
You’re shaking and in a lot of pain.
I can see that much. You need to
go see Jamie. Please.”
“Jamie
said I was all right. He wouldn’t have
let me out of his clutches otherwise now would he?” he asked with a twinkle in
his eye that relieved Angie slightly.
“Maybe. Maybe not.
I’d feel better if you went up to see him. Or I could call him down here.”
“No, no,
no…that’s not necessary. I…I’ll go see
him if that will make you feel better,” he said as he rose slowly from the
chair, hoping the dizziness would stay away, relieved when it did.
He
started to head to the door when he stopped and turned around. “Angie… I am
sorry. I really don’t know what came
over me.”
“It’s all
right, Admiral. Really. I’m tougher than I look,” she said with a
smile designed to put him at ease.
“You are
that. But…are we all right?” he asked with obvious concern he had damaged their
relationship somehow, on his face.
“We are
definitely all right. I can’t stay mad
at you for long, sir. You should know
that by now.”
Nelson
smiled and headed slowly out the door, not seeing the frown that came over his
secretary’s face.
She stood
in thought for a moment then reached for her phone and dialed a number. “Chief?
It’s Angie. Could you come up to
the admiral’s office for a minute?
There’s something I need you to do for me.”
A few
minutes later, Chief Francis Sharkey entered the admiral’s office with a big
smile on his rugged face. “Hey Miss
Angie! What can I do for you?” he asked
happily.
“Chief,
the admiral isn’t feeling well and he’s gone up to see Dr. Jamieson. At least he said he was going up but you know how he feels about being taken
care of. Could you kind of go up there
and make sure he got there all right?
Maybe pretend you need to see Jamie yourself?”
“The
admiral’s not feeling well? I thought he’d
been cleared for duty?” he said in concern.
“Part-time
only, Chief. He just…isn’t acting
right. He had a dizzy spell and a bad
headache. I told him he should go see
Jamie. I’m just worried about him,” she
finished, reluctant to tell the man the whole story.
“You bet
I’ll go make sure he got there all right.
Don’t you worry. I’ll make sure
he’s ok,” he said as he hurried from the room.
Angie
relaxed slightly as she knew Sharkey would take care of the admiral yet there
was a niggling in her brain that said something was really wrong and she was
afraid. Knowing that nothing else could
be done, she shook her head and got back to work.
~O~
Chief
Sharkey walked quickly in the direction of the
“Admiral
Nelson? Are you all right, sir?” he
asked as he walked to him.
“Hmmm? What is it, Chief?” Nelson asked as he looked up into Sharkey’s
concerned face. “
“I…I just
wondered if you were all right. You’re
sitting outside the
“
“Yes
sir. Were you going to see Dr.
Jamieson?”
“I…I
don’t think so. Was I?” he asked, his
face a mask of confusion.
Knowing
Miss Wood had told him the admiral was headed to see Jamie, he felt a flare of alarm
when he didn’t seem to know where he had been headed.
“Why
don’t you come in with me, sir? I…I
needed to ask Dr. Jamieson something anyway.
You could keep me company.”
“Yes, yes
all right. I guess I could ask him about
this blasted headache,” he said rising then stumbling slightly. Sharkey reached out a hand to him, grasping
his arm tightly.
“Are you
all right, sir? You don’t look so good.”
“I…I’m
fine, Francis. I just lost my balance. I’m fine,” he repeated as he removed his arm
from Sharkey’s hand.
“Sure you
are,” he whispered. “Come on. Let’s see what Jamie says.”
Nodding,
Nelson allowed himself to be helped up the steps and guided down the long
hallway to Jamieson’s office. Entering,
they were surprised to find it empty.
“Strange,”
Nelson said as he looked about. “He’s
always here.”
“Yeah. Maybe he had an emergency. Come on let’s go down to the clinic,” he said
as he followed Nelson out the door.
A short
walk took them to the Institute clinic where they were surprised to find,
again, no Jamie.
“Admiral! What can I do for you?” a bright energetic
voice called.
“Oh, not
him,” Nelson moaned as a young man in a bright white doctor’s coat headed
toward them, a big smile on his face.
Sharkey
stifled a chuckle as he knew Nelson had little tolerance for the newest member
of the
“Dr.
Ferris! Hi! Uh…Admiral Nelson was just
coming up to see Dr. Jamieson. Where is
he?”
“Well, Dr
Jamieson isn’t here. He went home about
an hour ago. Said something important
had come up. What can I do for you, sir?”
“Uh,
nothing Doctor. I just had a headache.
That’s all.”
“I can
give you some aspirin, sir!”
“I doubt
that will help, Dr. Ferris. Thank you,”
he said, turning to go.
“If it’s
that bad perhaps you should let me check you out, sir. You don’t look well,” Ferris said in concern
as he scrutinized the admiral closely.
“Thank
you, Doctor. That’s just what I wanted
to hear,” Nelson said with a frown.
“Eh, as
long as you’re here, Admiral…it couldn’t hurt to let him look you over. See what’s causing the dizziness,” Sharkey
said carefully.
“And just
who said I had any dizziness?” Nelson asked crossly.
“Uh
well…you were dizzy outside, sir. I
just…”
“I take
it you’ve been talking to my secretary?”
“She…she’s
worried, sir. That’s all. Besides, what can it hurt if he looks in your
eyes and takes your pulse?”
Sighing
and closing his eyes against the brightness streaming through the window nearby
that seemed to bore straight through to his brain, he finally nodded,
remembering to keep the movement slight to avoid the flare of pain he was
certain would accompany it.
“All
right, Dr. Ferris. Lead on,” he said
resignedly.
“Great! Come on in here,” he said gesturing to an
exam room Nelson had seen more times than he cared to remember. He walked to the gurney and seated himself on
it, frowning as the young doctor took his blood pressure, checked his pulse,
looked into his eyes and moved his head about gently. He had to admit once he stopped talking; the
man seemed to have a good bedside manner.
“So how
often have you had these headaches and dizziness?” he asked.
“Headaches
come and go. Dizziness isn’t that
often,” he said glancing up at Sharkey warning him not to disagree.
“Well, I
can’t see anything wrong, sir. Your
blood pressure’s a little high. That may
be causing your symptoms. Or it may
still be from the head injury. I can
call Dr. Jamieson if you like and have him come and…”
“No, no,
no. Don’t bother him. He obviously had something important to do.”
“Why
don’t you come back in the morning when he’s here? I’ll make a note that you were here and why
and he’ll check you over more thoroughly.”
“Sounds
like a plan,” Nelson said as he buttoned his shirt and hopped carefully down
from the gurney. “Thank you, Dr.
Ferris.”
“Thank
you, Admiral! It was my pleasure!”
“Chief,
didn’t you need something from Jamie?” Nelson asked when Sharkey began to
follow him out the door.
Oh…that
can wait, Admiral. How about I get you
back home?”
“I’m
quite capable of getting home all by myself, Francis. I’ve been doing it for several years now.”
“I know,
sir but…you’re not supposed to be driving yet and…I’d just feel better if I
could…you know…make sure you get home all right,” he finished softly.
Nelson
closed his eyes and sighed heavily. “I’m
surrounded by people that think I am incapable of taking care of myself.”
“I think
you’re surrounded by people that care about you, sir,” Ferris said with a huge
smile.
“Yes,
well…come along, Chief. Help me along
home.”
The two
men walked back to Nelson’s office, Sharkey watching Nelson out of the corner
of his eye for any signs of distress. Angie looked up as the two men entered
the office. “Admiral? How did it go? And Chief…what a surprise to see you.”
“Can it
Angie. I know you sent him along to
watch dog me. It wasn’t necessary. But for your information our young Dr. Ferris
sees nothing wrong with me but thanked me for coming.”
“Ferris? Where was Jamie?”
“I have
no idea. Jamie had something important come up I think the good doctor said. Now, I’m heading home. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Angie,” he
said as he entered his office, stuffed some papers in his briefcase and grabbed
his coat.
“Uh,
sir…I don’ think you should be taking work home with you,” Angie said
carefully.
Nelson
closed his eyes and tried to count to ten.
“I need something to do, Angie or I will go nuts. But…thank you for your concern,” he said
softly as he walked from his office into hers. “Now, why don’t you head home, too? I think you’ve had a long enough day
considering what I put you through,” he said patting her gently on the arm
before heading to the door. “I’ll see
you tomorrow. Come along, Francis.”
Casting a
quick, nervous smile to Angie, Sharkey followed his boss out the door.
~O~
A short
ride later found the two men at Nelson’s sprawling one level house situated on
a bluff over looking the Pacific.
Walking through the house and outside to the deck, Nelson inhaled the
crisp ocean air and felt himself relax. This was all he needed: home and the
ocean.
Sensing
someone behind him, Nelson tensed until he remembered Sharkey had driven him
home. His brow furrowed in concern as he
had forgotten that fact.
“Beautiful
view isn’t it, sir?’ Sharkey asked.
“Yes,
Chief. It is. I can’t tell you how much I love this
view. No place like it in the world for
me.”
“Yeah. Well, if it’s all right with you, I’ll just make
you something to eat before I head home,” Sharkey said waiting for the
explosion he knew had to be coming. But
Nelson merely nodded.
“I…uh, think I’ll change clothes before
dinner,” Nelson said as he went back inside and headed to his room.
Sharkey
entered the kitchen and quickly set about making something for the admiral to
eat knowing he probably hadn’t taken the time to eat much.
A short
time later, Nelson emerged slowly from his bedroom with a distracted air, dressed
in crisp blue jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
“Uh,
admiral…I made you some pasta. I thought maybe…”
“Who the
hell are you and what are you doing here?” Nelson suddenly yelled when Sharkey met
him in the kitchen.
“Admiral? It’s me…Sharkey!”
“I don’t
know anyone named Sharkey!” he exploded.
“Get out of here now!”
Confused
by Nelson’s actions, Sharkey reached a hand out to him, laying it on his
arm. “Admiral…” But before he could say anything else, Nelson
punched him soundly on the jaw, watching in confusion as he crumbled to the
floor.
“What…what
happened? Where…?” Pain exploded in
Nelson’s head as he tried to remember what happened and where he was. He looked down at the body at his feet and
pulled back in horror. Who was he? Did he know him? Where was he?
Was he in this man’s house? Confusion wrapped about him, clouding his
mind, until the urge to get away became overwhelming and he heeded the urge to
run. And run he did. He found a car in
the driveway, keys still inside and got behind the wheel and drove off. Coming to a security gate, he slowed down,
his pulse pounding as he didn’t know what to do. But the security guard merely looked inside
at him and waved him on.
Nelson
drove, not sure where he was going but knowing he had to get away. But where could he go? Nothing was familiar. He had no idea who he was or where he was or
where he could go to be safe. So he just
drove, hoping some place called to him in familiarity.
~O~
Sharkey
groaned loudly as he slowly came to, his head pounding in beat with his
heart. What the hell had happened? He couldn’t recall for a minute, then it
suddenly all came back. The admiral!
He’d hit him. But why? He rose slowly from the floor, waiting until
the floor stopped moving and went to call Captain Crane, knowing he’d know what
to do. The call made, he got some ice
from the freezer and walked around the house looking for Admiral Nelson. But,
not finding him or his car, he sat down to wait for someone to come help.
Captain
Lee Crane raced to the admiral’s house after hearing Chief Sharkey’s story, his
heart in his throat. What had
happened? Admiral Nelson wouldn’t just
punch Sharkey for no reason. Concern for
Nelson exploded in him as he drove. Something was very wrong and he felt an
overwhelming fear envelop him.
Entering
Nelson’s house quickly, he found Sharkey sitting on the couch, his head in his
hands and a bag of ice on his jaw. Kneeling
by his side, Crane gently pulled the ice bag away from his face and stared in
concern at the obvious swelling.
“Are you
all right?”
“Yeah,”
Sharkey muttered. “I just got
blindsided. I don’t know what got into him, sir. One minute he was changing clothes while I
made him dinner and the next, he’s looking at me like he never saw me
before! And then he punched me! When I came too he was gone! What’s going on?”
“You were
making him dinner?”
“Yeah. I figured after the day he’d had he probably
hadn’t eaten. So I made him a little
pasta. He said it was ok.”
“The
admiral let you make him dinner?” Crane asked, alarm bells ringing even more
loudly in his head. “Wait, what happened
today?”
“Oh, Miss
Angie got worried about the admiral.
Said he wasn’t feeling well and she wanted him to see Dr. Jamieson. He agreed and she called me to make sure he
got there all right.”
“The
admiral agreed to go see Jamie on his own?
That’s sure not like him. Did he
get there?”
“Yeah
but…when I got to
Crane got
up and began to pace. Nelson had seemed
fine when he’d been here this morning to check on him. “You said Angie was worried. Did she say what happened to make her
worried?”
“No,
sir. She just said the admiral wasn’t
feeling well.”
“Maybe
she can tell me a bit more about what happened today,” he said as he went to the
phone and called Nelson’s office.
“Nelson
Institute, Admiral Nelson’s office,” Angie said crisply.
“Angie,
it’s Lee.”
“Lee! What can I do for you? If you want the admiral he went home.”
“No I…uh,
look can you tell me what happened today with the admiral?”
Angie was
silent for a bit. What had gone on
between her and the admiral was not something she wanted to reveal, intending
to keep it strictly between them.
“What…what do you mean what happened?”
“Sharkey’s
here with me at the admiral’s. He…said
you told the admiral he should see Doc.
Why?”
“He had a
really bad headache and a dizzy spell. I
thought he should be checked out. That’s
all,” she said shortly.
Something
in Angie’s voice told Lee there was more to it.
“Angie, I need to know if there was anything else that happened. Anything out of the ordinary.”
“Why? Why would you ask me that?”
Crane
sighed heavily knowing she was fiercely loyal to Nelson and wouldn’t betray him
to anyone. Even him. “He’s disappeared,
Angie. And he hit Sharkey…”
“He
what? Why would he hit Sharkey?”
“I don’t
know. But Sharkey said it was like the
admiral didn’t recognize him and earlier he was outside
Angie was
silent for a long time, debating what to tell him. “He had a really bad headache and some
dizziness as I said but…”
“But
what?” he asked softly.
“He blew
up at me. Lit into me about something
I’d said. It was like he had become
someone else. I’ve never seen him act
that way towards me or talk to me the way he did before. He was so angry. Then shortly after I left his office, he came
out and apologized. Said he didn’t know what had come over him and he had no
right to say what he did. He was very
apologetic. What’s going on, Lee?”
“I don’t
know, Angie. Something’s wrong with him
obviously. I need to call the police and
have them start looking for him. And I
need to contact Jamie and get him down here.”
“I’ll
call Jamie, you call the police,” she said crisply.
“Good. We’ll meet in the admiral’s office in ten
minutes. Oh and contact Chip. Fill him in on the little we know,” he said quickly
hanging up.
“Skipper,
if he’s out there all alone, well…anybody could find him and…”
“Yeah,
Chief. I know. We just have to hope anyone that finds him
isn’t out to do him harm. Wait…I
wonder…” Crane said as he disappeared into Nelson’s bedroom and came out a
short time later with something in his hand.
“What’s
that?”
“It’s his
wallet. Wherever he is, he doesn’t have
any ID on him. Unless the person or persons
that find him know him on sight, they’re not going to know who he is,” Crane
said as he pondered his friend’s predicament in fear knowing someone who wanted
to do him harm might be the one to find him.
Grabbing
a nearby phone book, Lee looked up the number for the Santa Barbara Police
Department and dialed it quickly. After
a brief pause, he was connected to a detective by the name of Chris Powers whom
they’d had contact with before* and informed her of what had happened as well
as their worries about someone harming the admiral or kidnapping him. She promised to contact all the officers in
the area, as well as other nearby departments, to fill them in on his
disappearance, assuring Crane they would take appropriate measures to find the
admiral quickly and before he came to harm.
“Well, at
least someone is out looking for him right now,” Lee said anxiously after he’d
hung up. “Come on. Let’s get to the office.”
~O~
Ten
minutes later, Lee and Sharkey arrived at Nelson’s office only to find Dr.
Ferris already there.
“Dr.
Ferris just came in, Lee. Said he called
Jamie a few minutes ago about something he found on the admiral’s x-rays. When I called Jamie he said he was already on
the way back here and would be here shortly.
“What is
it you’ve found, Doctor Ferris?” Lee asked in concern. Ever since Sharkey had called him, he had
tried to figure out what could be wrong with Nelson. Everything from alien invasions to brain
implants from an unfriendly nation ran through his head.
“I think
perhaps we should wait until Dr. Jamieson gets here,” the young doctor said
hesitantly.
“What’s
going on? Where’s the admiral?”
The group
turned to see Chip Morton standing in the doorway with a concerned look in his
eyes.
“We don’t
know, Chip. He…ran off.”
“He ran
off? What do you mean he ran off?” said
another voice from behind Chip. “What
happened?”
“Jamie,”
Lee said turning to face the doctor.
“I’ll
repeat myself, Captain…what’s happened?” Jamie asked as he stepped into the
room.
Lee,
Angie and Sharkey all spent a few minutes telling Jamie what had happened
throughout the day. Jamie lowered his
head and shook it. “I should have been
here. Not off…”
“Where
you were and what you were doing isn’t important right now. Admiral Nelson is. What could be wrong with him?’ Crane asked in
anguish.
“I…I
think I may know,” Dr. Ferris said quietly, hesitant to intrude but feeling
sure he could shed some light on Nelson’s recent behavior.
“Oh, Tony,
I didn’t see you there,” Jamie said surprised the man was here. “What do you mean you may know what’s wrong?”
“Well,
after Admiral Nelson left the clinic, I started to wonder why he was still
experiencing terrible headaches and dizziness from an injury that had
healed. I did some research and then
examined his x-rays.”
“And?”
Jamie asked, not happy his authority had been usurped.
“Well, I think
I may have found something on the x-rays,” he said quietly, looking at anyone
but Jamieson.
“Spit it
out. What did you find?” Jamie asked as
fear filled him that he had missed something.
Ferris
held Nelson’s x-rays up to the light.
“If you look closely here in the left temporal lobe, I think I see a
shadow.”
Jamie
grabbed the x-rays from Ferris and stalked to a brighter light, holding them
up. “There was no shadow when I looked
at these. If there had been I would
never have released…” Jamie never finished what he was about to say as he
dropped his arm that held the x-rays and groaned.
“Jamie,
what is it?” Lee asked coming to his side and staring at him in concern.
“Dr…Dr.
Ferris is right,” he said softly and without looking Lee in the eye. “There’s a shadow.”
“What
does that mean?” Chip asked. “A shadow?”
When
Jamie didn’t answer, Ferris cleared his throat and said, “It means there’s
something on, in or near his brain in the area of the healed fracture. Perhaps a piece of his skull, a splinter if
you will, that’s in all likelihood putting pressure on the temporal lobe which
would obviously cause pain but also cause mood swings or inability to recognize
familiar things,” he said softly.
“Or
people?” Lee asked.
“Or
people,” he said.
“Why is
he just experiencing this now?” Lee asked in anguish.
Ferris
shrugged, flicked a quick glance to Jamieson and said softly, “I…would venture
to say the splinter was there before but perhaps hidden by the hematoma. With the admiral becoming more active and the
hematoma gone…it moved and began putting pressure on the brain.”
“My God!
How did I miss that?” Jamie asked as he slumped into a chair and lowered his
head into his hands. “How could I have
released him with…with this? I…dear God
how could I have missed it?”
“Let’s
forget about why it happened or what it is.
What we need to do now is find him,” Chip said. “How do we do that?”
“We
called the Santa Barbara Police Department, Chip. I talked to Detective Powers. She had a BOLO** put out to all the police
departments from
“Morgues?”
Angie asked in a small voice, worry clouding her face as she pondered the
implications. “Isn’t there anything we can do?” Maybe…go out looking for him
ourselves?”
“That’s
not a bad idea, Angie,” Chip said. “We
can call the crew back from leave. Tell
them what we can and have them split up.”
“Good
plan. Anything’s better than just
sitting here,” Lee said.
“I’ll
start contacting the men,” Chip said as he left, heading to his office.
Lee
stared down at Jamie in concern then knelt by the distraught man. “Jamie?
What can we expect from the admiral?
Will he remember again? Will he
hurt himself? What?”
“I…I
don’t know, Captain. I…need to consult
with Dr. Bradley.
“I
already called him, Jamie. He said he
was on his way and would be here shortly,” Angie said.
“Thank
you, Angie. I…can’t believe…I never
should have allowed my personal…this is my fault.”
“Jamie,
placing blame isn’t going to do the admiral any good. What we need are answers,” Lee said placing a
hand on the distressed doctor’s shoulder.
The
minutes seemed to drag by as they waited.
Chip returned and told them the crew had been alerted. Those still in the area had, as they
expected, formed up search parties and spread out over the area looking for the
admiral or his car, anything to give them a starting spot.
“I just
feel so terrible,” Angie whispered, slightly relieved people were at least out
looking for the admiral. “I should have
done something more than just send him to Jamie. I knew something was wrong. He
never would have…I should have made sure he told you what he was feeling. Or I should have told you what I saw. Even yesterday when he was here he didn’t
seem right. Kept forgetting things and I
know his head hurt.”
“Don’t
blame yourself. You couldn’t have
known,” Lee said as he walked to her and clasped her shoulder.
“I just
keep thinking of him out there all alone.
Not knowing who he is or where he is or…” she broke off what she was
about to say and got up and walked to the large window overlooking the ocean
below.
“Who’s
out there all alone?”
“Jon,”
Jamie said, anguish tingeing his voice as he saw the neurologist in the doorway. “Admiral Nelson…he…had some kind of
episode. He doesn’t seem to know who is
he is or who…well…Here, look at these x-rays,” he said, trying hard to regain
his professional demeanor.
Bradley
walked to where Jamie stood, holding the x-rays to the light. “Right there.
Do you see it?” Jamie asked.
“Yes,
yes, there’s a…there’s something there.
When were these taken?”
“About a
week ago. Right before I told him he
could start back to work for a few hours a day.
You had gone down to
“Jamie, it
is hard to see,” Bradley said laying
a hand on his shoulder. “If you hadn’t
pointed it out to me…”
“No,
Jon. There are no excuses. I was…my mind wasn’t where it should have
been. I…”
“What
exactly happened?” Jon asked.
“Angie
said he wasn’t himself. He was in pain,
unreasonably angry. He came up to see me
and…I wasn’t there. Dr. Ferris here
examined him and found nothing outwardly wrong and sent him home.”
“Did he
go by himself?”
“No, I
went with him, Doc,” Sharkey said. “Miss
Angie asked me to make sure he got up to Doc.
When I got to the
“This is
my fault. If only…” Jamie whispered
again.
“Look,
placing blame isn’t going to find the admiral,” Chip said harshly. “What is it we need to do? The men have formed search parties and the
police are on the lookout for him but what else can we do?”
“I…I
don’t know that there’s anything else we can do,” Bradley said as he stroked
his chin in thought. “From what you just
told me, he’s experiencing amnesia that may or may not be permanent. His memory may return in a few minutes or a
few hours or days. Or never. The fact he doesn’t know who he is or where
he is, is of course great concern. But,
until we get some handle on where he is, I don’t know that there’s much that we
can do other than try to think where he might feel comfortable or someplace
familiar.”
“But Doc,
he was home. That’s familiar to him and
he left there like he…he didn’t know
he was home,” Sharkey said. “Where else
would he feel comfortable?”
“Anywhere
near water,” Angie said softly.
“You’re
right. Angie,” Lee said. “Contact the SBPD and have them concentrate
their search near the marinas or beaches.
Then call all the naval bases from
“Right. Anything else, Lee?” Chip asked.
“Yeah. Pray.
Pray hard we find him before
someone who might want to hurt him finds him,” he said grimly as he pictured
any number of scenarios that chilled his blood.
They had to find him and soon.
The thought of them getting the admiral back from his head injury only
to have him…no…no, they’d find him and before anything bad happened. They had to.
There was no other scenario he was going to allow his mind to dwell on.
~O~
A thick
mist wafted down the pier as a lone man dressed in ratty looking jeans and a
sweatshirt with holes in it walked slowly towards a decrepit looking boat
moored by itself at the end of the long pier.
A few feet in front of him, he saw a man dressed in jeans and a long
sleeved button down shirt sitting on a bench staring out at the rows of boats
that lined the small harbor. He walked
to him slowly and stopped in front of him but the man’s eyes never left the
water. Something about the man said he
was in trouble but he didn’t know why.
Maybe it was the lost look on his face.
Maybe it was one lost soul crying out to another.
“Hey man,
are you all right?’ he asked as he sat beside him.
The man’s
eyes turned to him and even in the dim light of a cloudy late afternoon they were
a brilliant blue. “I…I don’t know. Where am I?”
“You’re
in the lovely town of
The man
shook his head then rubbed it as he felt a flare of pain. “I…don’t know. I…don’t…”
“It’s all
right, man. I’ve been there,” he said as
he stared at the man before him whose eyes were clouded with pain. Jeff Kelly was a man that was used to being
on the streets, alone and destitute, but the appearance of the man before him
spoke of wealth from the clothes he wore to the way he held himself. “Do you have a place to stay?”
“I…don’t
think so,” he said quietly, looking up at Jeff in confusion.
Jeff
looked to the sky and knew the weather was just about to turn nasty and made a
quick decision. He’d rarely been shown
the kindness of strangers but the man before him screamed to him that he needed
help and it appeared he was the only one around that was going to be able to
give it.
“Come on. It’s about to get nasty out here. My boat’s just down the end of the pier. She ain’t much but she has a roof and she still floats.”
“Boat?’
the man said quietly, his eyes scrunched up in thought.
“Yeah. Does that mean something to you?”
“I…I’m
not sure. Everything’s a blank.”
As the
first drops of rain began falling, Jeff pulled the man to his feet and ushered
him quickly down the pier.
“Here we
are. The
Last Chance. She ain’t
much like I said but…well, come on aboard,” he said as he helped the man onto
his boat, ushered him down the steps to below decks and sat him down on a chair.
“So
what’s your name?”
“I…I…don’t
know,” he said frowning, his forehead furrowed in thought. “I should know that,
shouldn’t I?”
“Yeah,
you should. It’s usually an easy question,”
Jeff said as he stared at the man, wondering what he’d gotten himself
into. “Don’t take this wrong, but can I
see your arms?”
“My…arms?”
“Yeah. I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to
make sure I know what I’m getting myself into,” he said as he gently took the
man’s arms in his and rolled both sleeves up.
“I didn’t
think so,” he said as he rolled them back down.
“What did
you do that for?”
“I just
wanted to make sure you weren’t on drugs.”
At the
man’s blank stare he said, “No track marks? I wanted to make sure you didn’t shoot up.”
The man
shook his head. “I don’t do drugs.”
“You
sure? You don’t seem to know much about
you.”
“Yes, I
know but…for some reason, I’m sure of that,” he said looking down at his arms
and noticing a difference in the sizes of his arms.
“Looks
like you maybe had a broken left arm recently.”
“Does
it?”
“One’s
bigger. A cast on your arm would…don’t
you remember that?”
“No. No I don’t.
Why can’t I?”
Jeff
shook his head. “No clue man,” he said
examining him furtively. “Your head
hurt?”
“Yeah, it
does. Why?”
“You keep
rubbing it. Maybe you got hit and lost
your memory. You remember being hit?”
“Not that
I can remember,” he said then laughed.
“But I don’t remember anything so…”
‘”Yeah. How about a wallet? You have one?
You might have some ID in it.”
The man
patted his pockets but came up empty.
“No. No wallet. I should go,” the
man said rising. “I can’t stay here.”
“Why
not? You don’t know where you
belong. Stay the night and tomorrow I’ll
take you some place where they can help you.
Right now’s not a good time to go anywhere,” he said as the wind began
to pick up and the boat rocked in the current as rain lashed the small boat.
“I guess
I have no choice,” the man said dispiritedly and sat back down.
Turning
to the stove, Jeff turned it on and shortly poured hot water into a cup, dropped
a tea bag into it then handed it to the man.
“It’s tea. And it’s hot,” he said
as he waited for the man to take it, noticing a fine tremor in the hand that
reached out for it.
“My name’s Jeff. I just won this boat a few weeks ago in a
poker game. First good thing that’s
happened to me in a long time. My life ain’t been a bed of roses.
My own fault though,” he chattered as he turned back to the stove and
began to heat up some soup and poured it into two bowls, handing one to his new
roommate.
“I
was…out of the country for a few…several years.
Got caught bringing drugs into a country I’d taken a fancy to
visiting. Stupidest thing I’ve ever
done. Well, except for actually doing
drugs. I spent a few years in their
lovely prison system before I was finally let go. I slowly made my way back to the States. Worked on ships to pay my way home. Took some
bodacious detours but I finally made it.”
“You like
boats?” the man asked as he slowly ate the soup, relishing the warmth that
began to spread through him.
“Yeah, I
guess. Always lived close to the
water. Grew up in
“I…I
don’t know,” he said as he scrunched up his eyes in thought. “What you said sounds familiar but…I just
don’t know.”
“Maybe
all you need is some sleep.”
“Maybe. How did you get this boat?”
“Well,
once I got back on American soil I didn’t exactly get a big welcome home
parade. I moved around a lot. Worked when I could. Lived up in the mountains for awhile. Worked up in
“What
will they do to you?”
“A
beating would be the best case scenario.
Probably more than that though.
They weren’t the nicest people.”
The man’s
brow wrinkled. “You better hope they
don’t find you.”
“Yeah,
that thought did occur to me. Tonight’s my
last night here for me. Thought I’d head
south. Maybe go home to
“
“Well,
maybe you’re a native like me!”
“I don’t
think so. It’s familiar but not home
familiar. You know?”
“Yeah, I
do. Wow, it’s getting late. I guess if I’m going to
The man
did as he said and watched as Jeff moved to the steps leading up top. Suddenly the door was thrown open and four
men came down the steps quickly. Punches
were thrown and Jeff did his best to fight off his assailants. The lost man stared at the fracas for a moment
before launching himself at Jeff’s attackers and throwing his own punches. Soon the two had overcome the others and Jeff
sat down, wiping a hand across his bleeding lip. “Man where did you learn to fight like that?”
“I’m
getting tired of saying it but I don’t know.”
“Well,
that was awesome! I need to get rid of
these guys,” he said as he began to drag one of them up the stairs. “No, you sit there,” he said when his new
friend went to help. “I not sure what’s
wrong with you but you stay still. Did
you get hit?”
The lost man
shook his head and sat down slowly.
Staring down at his hands that were scuffed and bleeding, he smiled
slightly.
“Something
funny?” Jeff asked when he walked back down after depositing the last body on
the deck and casting off the lines.
“I…the
fighting…it felt familiar somehow.”
“Maybe
you’re a prize fighter,” Jeff laughed.
“Don’t know what I would have down if you hadn’t been here though,
man. Thanks.”
“I think
the gratitude is mine but you’re welcome.
Where are we going?” he asked as he felt the boat moving.
“I need
to get up top. Think I need to head
south sooner than I wanted. I need to be
out of here before those guys wake up or the cops come. That storm moved
through and it’s clearing. It’s gonna be
a good night for sailing. You uh, can
stay here if you want or come along with me,” he said as he started to head up
the companionway.
“I…have
no place to go so I guess I’ll go along to…
~O~
Not far
away, Lee Crane paced anxiously back and forth in front of the windows in
Admiral Nelson’s office, hoping, praying they heard something soon. The thought of the admiral being out there
somewhere all alone, not knowing who he was scared Crane. Protecting the admiral was his job and he
couldn’t help but feel he had done a poor job of it. The knowledge there were people out there
that wouldn’t hesitate to hurt him or kidnap him terrified Crane.
A brief
knock on the door startled him and he turned to see Angie enter, her face
white.
“What is
it, Angie?” he asked, his heart in his throat.
“I just
got off the phone with the
“Where?” he
asked hoping they had good news for once.
“In a
parking lot near a little marina south of the city a bit, called Marina del Rey. They…they were called there because they
found four men on a pier at the marina who’d been beaten. A patrolman spotted the admiral’s car in the
lot when he got there.”
“Any sign
of him?” he asked, knowing by the look on her face the answer was no.
“They
haven’t found him but apparently one of the boat owners remembered seeing
someone that looked like the admiral near where these men were found. Lee, they’re…they’re bringing in a diving
unit to…to search the harbor for his…for him,” she said in a small, quivering
voice.
“What? Why?
He…”
“They
said the guys they found weren’t the nicest.
They’re connected to some really bad people. Lee, they think the admiral might have either
been kidnapped by associates of these guys or…have been killed and…and…”
“I get
it,” Lee said as he walked to Angie quickly and gathered her in his arms. “It’s all right. He’s not dead. I know he isn’t.”
“How?”
she asked, her voice muffled by his chest.
He was a
few minutes in answering but finally said, “I just know.”
~O~
Jeff
piloted the small boat out of the harbor and headed them south. The night passed quickly as the two men
lounged on the deck, watching as the water passed by the side of the boat and gazed
at the brilliant array of stars above them.
Dawn
broke and Jeff headed below to make breakfast, leaving his new friend in charge
of the wheel after a cursory lesson in steering. When he came back up on deck, he was rather
surprised to find they were still on course.
“Here’s
some toast and some coffee. I didn’t
have any time to shop before we made our quick departure,” Jeff said with a
grimace.
“That’s
all right. I’m not really very hungry.”
“You know,
you look like you belong behind that wheel,” Jeff said with a smile as he ate.
“I…I
don’t know why but it’s…familiar to me,” the man said with a shrug and a slight
smile. “It feels good.”
“Maybe
you’re a sailor.”
The man
was quiet for a time and Jeff could see the man was lost in his own thoughts.
By noon,
Jeff took over again and piloted them to a small marina and tied up.
“I’ll be
right back,” he said as he climbed up on the small pier. “I need to pay the rent so to speak.”
“Pay the
rent,” the man said quietly to himself.
“Mooring fees. How did I know
that? I…wish I could remember
something.”
Frustration
showed on his face when Jeff came back aboard.
“You all right, man?”
“Yes,
I…it’s just…all this is familiar to me.
The boats…the dock…mooring fees…I…”
“Whoa…I
never said anything about mooring fees.”
“I
know. But…I remembered…rent was your
mooring fee,” he said looking up at him with a hopeful look on his tired
face. “What does it mean?”
“What it
means man is you’re a sailor! Don’t know
what kind but judging from your clothes, you probably sail something a bit
bigger than this old tub.”
“But
where do I belong?”
“Well, that
I don’t know. But we’re in a big
town. No one knows us…well, me at
least…so let’s rent a car and drive around.
Maybe something will click with you.”
“Where
are you getting all this money?” the man asked as he and Jeff walked from the
harbor.
“I’ve had
a lot of jobs since I got back. Best one
I ever had was working on a marine salvage boat. Man, I loved that job. We made a minor find and split the royalties. I’ve been living off that. And I don’t need much to live on so…I have
some spending money. For now at least.”
“Why did
you leave the salvage boat?”
“One time
thing. They had nothing else for me so I
split.
“And got
into a poker game?”
“Yeah. Didn’t lose all my money though so that’s
good. Even made some.”
The two
men walked to a car rental place and rented the oldest, ugliest car on the lot
and started driving.
“You
know, if you’re a sailor, maybe
“Maybe.”
“Well,
I’ll take you to one of my favorite spots.
You’ll love the view. After
that…well, maybe I should take you some place where they can help you.”
Jeff
drove for a time until they came to a hill that overlooked the harbor with its
array of navy ships. He turned off the engine
and looked to his companion only to discover he was sound asleep.
“Hey,
we’re here,” he said softly causing the man to jump in surprise.
“Where?”
“Come on.
You gotta see this,” he said as he opened the car
door and got out, walking a short distance away to look down on the
harbor. He felt the man walk to him and
smiled as he saw the look that came over his face. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
The man
was silent as he stared. Images floated
about in his brain and he scrunched up his eyes in pain.
“Hey, you
all right?” Jeff asked in concern. “What’s wrong?”
The man
didn’t answer but continued to stare for a long time as the images came
unbidden to him of ships and faces and places.
Lost in thoughts and fractured images and faces he was startled when he felt
a hand on his shoulder. Turning, he expected to see Jeff but instead saw a man dressed
in a tan uniform standing by him.
Confused, he looked behind the man and saw Jeff being held by two
similarly dressed figures.
“Admiral
Nelson?” the first man said. “My name is
Commander Brant, sir. We’ve been looking
for you.”
“You
have? I…I don’t know who I am. Do you?”
“It’s all
right. I know who you are and where you
belong,” he said as he stood by him.
“There are people looking for you.
They’re worried.”
“They
are?”
“If you
come with me, I’ll take you to them,” he said as he waited to see what the man
would do.
He heard
the man sigh and saw him nod. “Yes, all right,” he whispered as he was led away. Stopping abruptly, he turned back. “Can he come?” he asked gesturing to
Jeff. “He…helped me.”
“Of
course. I’m sure Captain Crane and
Commander Morton will want to thank him.”
Jeff
after a moment’s hesitation ran to catch up with Nelson. “You’re an admiral?” he asked, dumbfounded.
“I…I don’t
know. That’s what he says.”
“Wow.”
“He’s not
just an admiral, mister. This is four-star Admiral Harriman Nelson,
owner of the private nuclear submarine Seaview
and founder of the Nelson Institute of Marine Research. Where have you been that you don’t know
that?” Brant asked.
“I’ve
been out of the country.”
“For how
long? Must have been a while if you
don’t know who he is.”
“Yeah, it
was a long time. I guess too long,” Jeff
said as he glanced at his companion in awe.
Opening
the car door, Commander Brant helped Nelson inside and closed the door while
Jeff and the other two men got in the back.
Before getting in the driver’s seat, he pulled a walkie-talkie from his
side pocket and spoke into it. “This is
Brant. Call the Nelson Institute. Tell them we found Admiral Nelson and he’s
safe. We’re taking him to the
~O~
Lee and
Chip took turns pacing outside the entrance to the emergency room of the
“What’s
taking so long?” Lee asked as he paced back and forth. “We should know something by now!”
“Easy,
Lee. When they know anything they’ll let
us know,” Chip said quietly as he fought down his own impatience and worry. Both of them being anxious wasn’t going to
help anyone.
“Captain
Crane?” a voice behind him called. He turned
to see a man dressed in the uniform of a United States Naval officer standing
behind him with a man dressed in torn jeans and a holey sweat shirt. “My name is Commander Benjamin Brant. This is Jeff Wilson. He’s the one that found Admiral Nelson and
has been taking care of him.”
“I thank
you, Mr. Wilson. Admiral Nelson is very
important to us. We were quite worried
about him,” Crane said as he perused the man before him before stretching out
his hand and clasping Jeff’s.
“I’m
sorry. I didn’t know who he was or who
to contact. He didn’t have any ID on him. I…I’ve been out of the country for a few
years and…well being in towns or reading newspapers hasn’t been very important
to me. I mean, I’ve heard of this Nelson
but I can’t say I ever saw his picture.
What happened to him?”
“It’s a
long story. Short story version, he took
a blow to the head and developed amnesia.”
“Yeah. He had no idea who he was. I’m glad you found us, Commander,” he said
turning to Brant.
“Yes, so
are we,” Lee said.
“My
pleasure. My father served with the
admiral in Korea. He always spoke highly
of him so it was an honor to help. Once
we got the BOLO for him, we started cruising the area near the base, hoping
maybe he’d find his way here. No better
place for a Navy man than San Diego. We
spotted him as soon as he drove past the Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery and
followed the car he was in. We weren’t
certain if he was in the car on his own accord or not,” Brant said as he cast a
quick glance to Jeff.
“Well,
we’re grateful you found him. And
grateful to you, Mr. Wilson for bringing him here. Why did you?”
“First
off, my name’s Jeff. Mr. Wilson was my
father. And I came here because I grew
up here. When we were sailing south from
LA, he seemed to be comfortable at the wheel, like it was natural to him. I figured him for a sailor but geez, not an
admiral! Point Loma’s always been a
favorite spot for me. Seemed a good
place to come back to.”
“Well…”
What Lee was about to say was interrupted when the door to the exam room opened
and Jamie stepped out.
“Jamie! How is he?” Lee asked anxiously.
“He’s resting
right now. Or trying to. Not knowing who he is, is very confusing to
him and stressful. Bradley will be
prepping him for surgery in a few minutes.”
“Is he going
to be all right?” Lee asked the question they all wanted an answer to.
“I don’t
know. I hope the splinter didn’t do too
much damage but we won’t know until he wakes up after the surgery.”
“He is
going to wake up though, right Jamie?”
“I hope
so, Captain. Now I should get back to
him.”
“Wait…can
we see him?” Lee asked.
“It would
only confuse him. He doesn’t know anyone
or anything. He has no idea who I am or
who Jon is.”
“He knows
me,” Jeff said quietly. “Can I…can I see
him?”
Crane
quickly filled Jamie in on who Jeff was.
“It may
help him to calm down a bit if he sees you,” Jamie said. “He’s been asking if you’re all right.”
“He’s
worried about me? Man…he’s got a lot
more to be thinking about than me.”
“Well,
you can come in for a minute.”
“Jeff?”
Crane called. “Tell him we…tell him his
friends are out here and we’re glad he’s been found?”
“I will,
Captain,” he said as he disappeared down the hall with Jamieson.
Jamie
stopped outside a door and turned to him.
“I’ll come in with you if you don’t mind,” he said.
“I won’t
hurt him, if that’s what you’re worried about.
He…well he helped me. I just want
to help him if I can.”
“A lot of
people do. Some of us aren’t so good at
it though,” Jamie said sadly as he opened the door.
Jeff
walked through and smiled as he saw his new friend propped up on pillows and a
pretty nurse checking his vitals.
“So this
is what you get for being some important admiral? Pretty nurses attending you and people falling
all over themselves to find you?”
“Jeff,”
Nelson said with a tired smile. “You all
right?”
“Me? They’re treating me like royalty here. Apparently you’re someone special,” he said
as he walked closer and winked at the nurse who stared at him in shock for a
minute, then smiled.
“I’ll be
back, Admiral,” she said with a light touch on his arm and a big smile.
“Wow,
pretty nice,” Jeff said as he watched her go.
“So I
noticed,” Nelson said with a smirk. “Jeff,
I want to thank you for…”
“No thanks
necessary man,” he said holding his hands up.
“I…I just…well I’m just glad it was me that found you and not someone
that would, you know hurt you or kidnap you or something. I’m sorry I didn’t know who you were though.”
“Yeah,
I…guess that’s happened before?”
“Being hurt
or kidnapped? Yeah. From what this Commander Brant said it
has. I think they thought I had
kidnapped you or something.”
“I told
them what happened. What I could
remember.”
“Yeah, he
said. Look, there’s some guys outside
that are pretty worried about you. They
said to tell you they’re glad you’ve been found.”
“Who?”
“They’re
friends, Admiral,” Jamie said as he came closer and leaned over him.
“Why
can’t they come in?” Nelson asked turning questioning eyes to Jamie.
“I
thought it might upset you, sir”
“Why? They’re my friends, right? Let them in.
Maybe I’ll recognize them”
After a
moment’s thought, Jamie nodded and walked out to do what he asked.
“Wow, you
speak and they listen. Pretty cool.”
“I
guess. What would be pretty cool is to
recognize someone.”
“Well,
you recognize me,” Jeff said holding his arms wide.
“Yes, yes
I do,” Nelson said with a slight smile.
At that
the door opened and Lee and Chip walked though, hesitant smiles on their faces.
“Admiral? It’s Lee.
And this is Chip. Do you…do you
remember us?”
Nelson
stared hard at the two men that stood before him with such hopeful looks on
their faces that he wanted to lie and say of course he did. But he didn’t and he shook his head sadly. “I…I’m sorry.”
“It’s all
right, sir. Jamie and Dr. Bradley are
going to fix everything.”
“Captain…I…”
“It’s all
right…Jamie is it? I’ve been told by the
other doctor the surgery may not work and I may still not remember but that
either way, I need it. Right?”
“Yes
sir. The splinter may move more and the
consequences of that may be worse.”
“When do
we do this then?” Nelson asked, sighing deeply.
“We’re
just about to prep you now, Admiral,” Jamie said. “Bradley will be doing the
actual surgery while I…assist.”
At that a
nurse popped in and said, “Gentlemen, they’re ready in the operating room. I need to prep Admiral Nelson now.”
Lee and
Chip turned back to Nelson and watched as a small smile lit his face. “I guess the lady has spoken. I’ll…see you all later. And hopefully I’ll know you.”
Lee and
Chip nodded and walked quickly out of the room.
~O~
The
operation took a few hours and Lee and Chip were soon joined by Sharkey, Angie
and several members of the crew in their pacing. Edith had been notified but was unable to
return quickly as a winter storm was lashing the east coast at the time but she
promised come hell of high water to be there as soon as she could and demanded
periodic updates.
Finally
the door to the waiting room opened and Jamie and Jon strode through, smiles on
their faces.
“Well?”
Lee said.
“He came
through fine. The splinter was pressing
on the brain just as the x-ray showed. But now that it’s been removed, we hope
he will recover his memories,” Jon said with a smile.
“You mean
there’s a chance he won’t?” Angie asked.
“There’s
a chance I’m afraid,” Jon said. “Chances
are he will remember but we won’t know until he wakes up which won’t be for
several more hours. I suggest you all go
find a place to bed down.”
As a
group, they all turned and sat down on the chairs and couches scattered about
the waiting room.
Jamie
smiled knowingly and turned to Jon.
“Told you they wouldn’t leave.”
Nodding
the two doctors walked back in to be with their patient.
~O~
A few
hours later, Jamie came out and woke Lee from a light sleep. “Lee, he’s starting to wake up. We thought you and Chip might want to be
there when he does.”
“Yeah,
yeah let me wake up a minute.”
“Come on
sleeping beauty. Let’s go see if he
knows us,” Chip said with a smile.
The two
officers walked with Jamieson down the short hall to the room Nelson had been
placed in and entered quietly. Jon stood
off to the side making notes on a chart.
Nurses hovered over the still form, checking and re-checking his vitals
and IV lines until satisfied; they left the man alone with his friends who
stared at him in concern.
A slight
moan from Nelson had them rushing to his side as he struggled to wake up from
the anesthesia.
“Don’t be
concerned if he doesn’t recognize you at first.
He’s still under the effects of the anesthesia,” Jon cautioned as he
made his way to Nelson’s side
“Mmmm…” Nelson moaned again as he struggled to open his
eyes.
“Admiral? Can you hear me?” Jamie asked as he leaned
over his patient.
“I…I hear
you,” he said softly after a moment, blinking his eyes repeatedly as he tried to
focus on the face in front of him.
“There
are a few people here that want to talk to you,” he said, stepping back and
allowing Lee and Chip to come closer.
“Admiral? Do you…do you know who I am, sir?” Lee asked
quietly, holding his breath as he watched Nelson blink and stare at him and
then Chip for a bit as if he had sprouted another head.
“What…what
kind of…question is that? Of course…I
know you, Lee. What…what’s going on?” he
asked weakly as broad smiles and relieved sighs met his words.
“It’s all
right, Admiral,” Jamie said as he leaned over him again, patting his shoulder. “It’s a long story and one that can
wait. Go back to sleep,” he said smiling
at Nelson’s frustrated look.
“I’d rather…know
what’s…what’s going on. What…what…happened
to…?” he whispered as his eyes slid closed.
Jamie
looked to Jon who had a big smile on his face.
“Looks good, doesn’t it?”
“That it
does,” he acknowledged. “Let’s let him
sleep now and go tell the others.”
With a
final look back at the sleeping admiral, Lee, Chip, Jon and Jamie walked out to
the waiting room, pasting serious looks on their faces before opening the door,
trying not to smile when those in the room rose to their feet quickly, all
asking almost in unison, “How is he? Did
he know you? Is he all right?”
A few
seconds went by as they remained silent, then exploded in laughter, a good
feeling after the long days of not knowing.
“He remembered us,” Lee said simply, smiling at the roar that went up.
~O~
Over the
next few days, Nelson regained his strength and listened in shock as he was
told of what had happened, and was upset to see the bruise on Sharkey’s face as
he visited him one morning.
“Oh, it’s
all right, sir,” the man said quickly, brushing Nelson’s apologies away. “It don’t hurt at all.”
“Still,
it looks like I clocked you pretty good, Francis.”
“Don’t
let it bother you, sir. You didn’t know
what you were doing.”
“Seems to
be true,” Nelson said sadly as he remembered the things he had said to
Angie. He knew he’d apologized for the
words but he still felt ashamed that he had said them at all. He’d expressed regret for what he’d said and the
tone he’d used again when Angie had visited briefly the day before. She too had brushed aside what he had said
and done.
“Well, I
should be getting out of here. I think
they want you to get some sleep.”
“That’s
all I do,” he said grumpily.
“Well, we
don’t want you to have a relapse now do we, Admiral?” said a voice behind
Sharkey.
“No,
Jamie. We don’t,” Nelson said as he
watched Jamieson enter and walk closer, something indefinable in the man’s
eyes.
“I’ll be
leaving now, sir. If there’s anything
you want, just let me or any of the crew know.”
“You and
the crew should go home, Chief. Tell
them thank you for their concern and for all they did to find me but there’s
nothing they can do here. Shore leave
will be over before they know it.”
“I’ll
tell them sir but I think they’re enjoying San Diego.”
With a big
smile and a quick wave, Sharkey left.
Nelson
turned his eyes to Jamieson, noticing the shadows in the man’s eyes and was
hard put to understand it unless he wasn’t doing as well as he had been told he
was.
“Jamie? What is it? Is there something wrong?”
“Wrong? No. You’re…you’re doing fine. You’ll be out of here well before Christmas. Get to spend it at home.”
“I’d forgotten
Christmas was so close. I seem to have
lost track of time. I hope there’s not
anything else wrong with me,” Nelson said with a little laugh, frowning when he
saw a shadow cross Jamie’s face. “Jamie,
what is it?”
He
watched as Jamieson paced back and forth in front of his bed, anxiety filling
his face. “Jamie, I’m getting dizzy
watching you pace. Please, tell me
what’s wrong.”
“What
happened to you…it was my fault,” he said so quietly Nelson had trouble
hearing. Coming to sit in the chair by Nelson’s side, he raised his eyes to the
man who stared at him in confusion.
“What
happened to me was a bomb in my face. How
did you have anything to do with that?”
“Not the
original injury,” he said lowering his eyes from the probing ones of Nelson. “I…I missed the splinter, Harry. When you came to me for your last set of
x-rays and tests, I misread the x-ray. It’s
my fault you lost your memory. My fault
you were out there all alone with no memory of who you were or where you
belonged. Anything could have…”
“Jamie! What happened wasn’t your fault.”
“Yes, yes
it was. I looked hastily at the
x-rays. I saw the fracture was
healed. Tests showed the hematoma was
reduced, almost gone in fact. I gave
them a cursory look. I didn’t expect to
find anything so I didn’t look closely enough.
Then…”
“Then?” Nelson prodded when Jamieson got up and
started pacing again.
“I got a
phone call and…I forgot about the x-rays.
I…left. On my way out I told
Betty to tell you all was good and you could go back to work for a few hours a
day. I didn’t know, Harry. I didn’t see it. I…I almost killed you,” he finished his voice
filled with agony.
“I see,”
Nelson said softly. “Will, did you do it
on purpose?
“No! Of course not!”
“Was it
obvious?”
“No,
Harry but I didn’t look hard enough!”
“Is this
splinter something you would have looked for normally?”
“I don’t
know. Right now I don’t know anything
except I allowed my personal problems…I missed it,” he said hurriedly stopping
what he was about to say.
Nelson
gazed at his friend for a long time and Jamie began to think the silence was
going to kill him.
“You know,
you’ve told me more times than I care to think about that we can only control
the things we can control. You also told
me, many times that I’m not a god. I
can’t see the future or make things that go wrong right again. I can’t save the world just because I want
to. Things happen that we have no
control over. You’re no different my
friend.”
“I had
control! If I had taken the time to
look, really look, I would have seen it!
I nearly killed you! How can you
sit there and dismiss it?”
“Bah! A little piece of my skull sticking in my
brain isn’t going to kill…”
“Harry…!”
“No,
Jamie. I won’t blame you for what
happened. I know that’s what you want
but I won’t. It was a freak thing in my
opinion. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me.”
“You? How?”
“I knew
something was wrong. I just…I didn’t want there to be anything wrong. I didn’t want back in Med Bay so I didn’t
come to you. And that is my fault. Not yours.
Look Jamie, I trust you just as much as I always have.”
“I wish I
could trust myself,” he said sadly as he turned and walked out of the room
quickly, nearly running into Jeff who was on his way in.
“Wow,
what’s up with the Doc?” he said as he walked closer to Nelson who was staring
at the closed door in concern.
“He…he’s
blaming himself for what happened.”
“The
bomb?”
Nelson chuckled. “No.
The last…episode. He missed
something on my x-rays and he’s blaming himself.”
“And you
don’t?”
“No. I’ve
known Will Jamieson for more years than I care to think about. Something’s going on with him and it has
nothing to do with practicing medicine,” he said with a thoughtful look on his
face.
“What?”
“That I
don’t know. But it’s eating at him,” he
said sadly.
“Sorry
man. Wish I could help but…Hey! I heard they were springing you from here
soon.”
“Yes, a
few days probably. Can’t happen soon
enough,” Nelson said with a smile as he anticipated getting out of another
hospital and heading home to his own place.
“Yeah. Captain Crane told me you don’t like
hospitals,” Jeff said with a laugh.
“Does
anyone?” Nelson asked with raised eyebrows.
“Nah, I
guess not. But I wanted to stop by and
tell you all my good news!”
“Really,”
Nelson said as he smiled and leaned his head back against his pillows. “What good news?”
“I got a
job! I can’t believe it but I got an
honest to goodness, long term job with a marine salvage company. Not just any marine salvage company
either! The Baines-Wright Marine Salvage
Company!”
Nelson
whistled. “That’s a well known and well
respected outfit, Jeff! Congratulations!”
“Yeah. Man, I not only have a long term job with
them but I get to work on a much nicer boat than the last one and a better cut
of the spoils! Way better than anything I could have ever thought possible!”
“That’s
great!”
“And I
want to thank you for that,” Jeff said with a knowing smile.
“Thank me
for…what?” Nelson asked with a confused look on his face.
“For the
job. I know it was you that set it up.”
“I don’t know
what you’re talking about, Jeff.”
“Yeah you
do. I overheard someone talking, Baines
I think it was, saying that I was highly recommended by Harriman Nelson so I
must be good.”
Nelson
let out a long sigh. “You weren’t
supposed to know that, Jeff.”
“But I
do. I just got one question. Why? I
mean…you don’t know me. What if I screw
up again? You’re gonna look bad.”
“So don’t
screw up. Consider it an added incentive
to stay clean.”
“I guess
so but…”
“Jeff,
you helped me when there was no one else that could have. Or would have other than my friends and crew
who had no idea where I was. We talked a
lot on that sail from LA to San Diego. I
saw the look in your eyes, I remember
that look in your eyes, when you talked about that marine salvage job you
had. It meant something to you.”
“Yeah it
did. It made me feel…like I was
someone.”
“Maybe it
doesn’t mean much to you but to me, what I heard you say and what I know you
did, meant a lot to me. You in essence saved my life.”
“I
wouldn’t go that far.”
“Regardless,
you have a chance to start over. And if
the job doesn’t work out or you want something else, come see me. NIMR isn’t that far away.”
Jeff
shook his head as he thought of how much his life had changed in the last few
days.
“And no more
gambling!” Nelson added, shaking a finger at him.
“Yeah,
that’s another thing. The guys that
attacked us were picked up by the LA police that night. But I got a call from their boss saying we
were square. To quote him, ‘the payment
was more than adequate’.”
“What
payment?” Nelson asked innocently.
“I
suspect you know what payment. I don’t
know how you did it or how you found the guy but…I’ll pay you back. Someday I’ll pay you back.”
“You pay
me back by staying out of trouble and making something of yourself. OK?” Nelson said pointing a finger at Jeff.
“Yeah,
yeah, I will.”
“Don’t be
a stranger. You know where the Institute
is.”
“I do
now. Thanks, man. Really.”
“You
helped me through a bad time, Jeff. You
have a second chance. Not everyone gets
one, so make the most of it.”
“I
will. Well, I best get out of here. They told me when I came in you needed
rest. I just wanted to…to tell you…thanks
and I won’t let you down.”
“I have
complete confidence in you. Good luck.”
Jeff
smiled and shook Harry’s outstretched hand firmly as he looked him in the
eye. With a brief nod, Jeff started to
walk out but turned back. “And get some
sleep. You look wiped out man,” he said
with a smile.
Nelson
laughed as he watched Jeff walk out with a different gait than he
remembered. More of a confident walk if
that was possible as if he was holding himself proudly and moving with a
purpose. Nelson smiled as he thought
over the last few days.
Although on
first awakening from the operation he hadn’t been able to recall what had
happened to him, he now remembered vividly the events of the last week. The recollection of yelling at Angie and
hitting Sharkey were both actions that still caused him angst. But he also remembered the fear he’d felt,
the confusion. Suddenly not knowing who
he was or where he belonged had scared him more than he could ever remember
anything scaring him before. To have no
place you belonged was a frightening thing and he smiled when he thought of
Jeff. That must be the way he’d
felt. To come home to find no one ready
to stretch out a hand and say “This is where you belong” must have been daunting. Maybe that’s why he’d lost his memory and
gone through all he had. One life to
save another? He’d lost many people in
his life. Some he’d had no real chance
of helping. But it felt good to be able
to make a difference. It felt real
good. With a smile on his lips, Nelson
closed his eyes, settled himself more comfortably in the strange, lumpy bed and
let sleep claim him.
~O~
Three
weeks later found NIMR in a flurry of activity as the Christmas holiday
approached. Harriman Nelson, released two
weeks ago from the San Diego Naval Hospital and still confined to his home with
only the briefest of non-work visits to the Institute allowed, chafed to be
able to do something to help prepare.
But every time he attempted something, people came from all over to tell
him to ‘put that down’ or ‘go sit down, sir’.
Although he appreciated the sentiment, it was becoming quite an
annoyance.
He and
his crew were home for the holidays this year, something that didn’t happen
every year no matter how hard he tried to plan around it, and he wanted to be
able to enjoy the excitement for once.
When no one was watching, Nelson slipped from his office where he was
“resting”, and walked down the stairs to a side door, sauntering down the path outside
it until he came to the front of the Institute grounds. Behind him was his beloved ocean that was
restless and dark in the deepening shadows of late afternoon. Before him however, was a wonderful view of
all the activities going on in preparation for the Institute Christmas party that
was to be held tonight and he seated himself on a small bench to watch. Lights were being strung from the balconies
of the main offices and all the science labs, as well as the Med Bay sitting up
on the hill above the main complex. The Christmas
trees, four of them, had been set up days ago on the Institute grounds, and
were being strung with colorful lights that would be lit at the party later. He smiled as he thought of all the work being
done by his staff to make not only their holiday special, but the children of
the employees as well who had been told Santa would be arriving specifically to
see them.
The past
year had been a year filled with the unexpected: pain, loss, injury…but also
with good things. The Institute
continued to flourish with contracts through the coming year, new research in
some of the labs was making breakthroughs in several areas, Seaview and her crew were safe and best
of all, Edith and Jon had seemingly become an item, much to his delight. Perhaps if they married, Jon could lure her
from her teaching and research in Boston to California. But knowing Edith’s forceful nature, the
opposite may also be true and Jon would leave for the east coast to work. Either way, he wanted his sister to be happy
and prayed she wouldn’t be hurt.
As he
thought of his sister, guilt filled him as he pondered all the time she’d spent
away from her own work as she’d sat by his bedside or helped others keep his
Institute running while he’d been hospitalized. While he loved spending time
with his sister, he hated the fact he’d caused her such worry even though it hopefully
was in the past. It was nice however to
come home to the smells of childhood Christmases as she had taken over his
kitchen while he recuperated either on the couch or in his own bed. Scents of cinnamon, ginger and other spices
were redolent throughout his home now evoking a nostalgia in him he hadn’t felt
in quite some time. Fresh pines placed
throughout the house sent off their own heady aroma increasing the effect to a
degree as had the decorations she’d found stowed away in his attic and put up,
making his home a Christmas wonderland.
Lost
thoroughly in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the soft tread on the path until a
body seated itself on the bench by him and a hand gently touched his arm,
startling him momentarily. “Aren’t you
supposed to be resting?” Angie asked with a frown and a touch of worry in her
voice as she held his jacket out to him.
“And here…this may be Southern California but remember it is still December. Do you want back in Med Bay again?”
Nelson
chuckled as he donned the jacket.
“Thanks, Angie. To answer your
second question, no, I do not want to be back in Med Bay or Sick Bay or any
hospital like setting any time soon. To
answer your first question, yes I do.”
Angie
turned to him with a question in her eyes.
“Yes you do what?”
“Remember. I do
remember it’s December,” he said with a slight smile as he turned his gaze from
hers back to the Institute.
“Such a
simple thing to be able to remember but when it’s taken away from you…it’s hard
to explain. To not know who you are or
where you belong or who your friends are is a frightening experience. To have them look you in the eye and ask if
you know them and to not be able to say of course is…for lack of a better word,
difficult. Even worse, though is to hurt
the people you care about. Such as you
and Sharkey,” he said as he lowered his head and stared at the ground.
“Admiral,
we’ve been over this. Both Sharkey and I
are fine. You need to let it go. I know it wasn’t you speaking. It was…that splinter. I’ve worked for you for a lot of years and
have seen you explode about one thing or another and look,” she said holding
out her arms. “I still have all my skin.”
Nelson
turned his eyes to hers and laughed heartily.
“I sometimes wonder what I did to deserve the people I surround myself
with. Thank you, Angie.”
“You’re
welcome. Now will you do me a favor?”
“Anything. What is it?”
“Come
back inside and rest. I mean really
rest? I don’t want you to be too tired
for the party tonight. The kids are
looking forward to you being there and reading “’Twas
the Night Before Christmas” to them.
Having you there will make it so much more special for all of us
considering all you…we’ve been through.”
“For you,
and the children, I will consent to a nap.
But only because you asked nicely.”
“And
because you’re tired,” Angie said with a knowing smile as she helped Nelson to
his feet, laced her arm through his and escorted him back to his office and his
couch that awaited.
“And
because I’m tired,” he admitted grudgingly.
~O~
A few
hours and a nice long nap later, Nelson sat in his office at his desk as he
waited for the party to begin. He stared
in consternation at his desk, where every scrap of paper, every book and
anything that even remotely looked like work had efficiently been removed. Nelson leaned back in his chair and sighed. It was good to just sit here even though
there was no chance of looking over any proposals or charts or research. That would come. The past months had been hard and he didn’t
want to ever go through anything like he had again but in some bizarre way, it
had been good for him. To be home for
Christmas for once, to have Edith here with him, was a wonderful feeling. To know the respect his crew and friends
accorded him was gratifying and he’d made a new friend in Jeff. He closed his eyes as he sat, rocking
slightly in his chair as he thought over the past year and was just about to
drift into another nap when he heard the door open but before he could open his
eyes fully, saw it begin to close again.
“Who is
it?” he called.
The door
opened again and he saw Lee poke his head around the door. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were still asleep,” he said
contritely.
“I’m not.
Or wasn’t. I was just thinking.”
“You’re
not supposed to do that,” he said shaking a finger at him and smiling broadly.
“Can’t be
helped. There’s nothing else to do,” he
said as he spread his arms over his empty desk.
“I assume all my things are some place safe and will be put back exactly
as I had them?”
“Uh,
well, that was Angie’s doing. You’ll
have to ask her,” Lee said with a small smile.
“Just wanted to tell you everything’s set. I thought maybe you’d like to run back to the
house and change.”
“I would
actually. Something a little more festive
than a pullover and jeans would be good, don’t you think?” he asked as he rose
from the desk chair, frowning when Lee hurried to his side to help. He decided to not say anything as he
remembered how hard the past weeks had been on his friends and just
acknowledged Lee’s help with a quiet, “Thank you, Lee.”
As they
walked out the office, Lee asked, “Have you by any chance seen Jamie today?”
Nelson
snorted. “I see Jamie every day,
Lee. Sometimes two or three times a
day. I saw him this morning where he
checked me out again. Blood pressure,
eyes, reflexes…the whole nine yards.
Why?”
“He
hasn’t been seen for awhile. He’s
usually right in the mix setting things up for the Christmas party. I just thought maybe he’d said something to
you.”
“No. He didn’t,” Nelson said as he felt a frisson
of worry hit him as he seated himself in Lee’s car for the short ride to his
house. What Jamie had said to him in the
hospital came back to him and he shook his head, concerned the man still blamed
himself.
The trip to Nelson's home was a
quiet affair as Nelson sat quietly thinking.
“We’re
here, Admiral,” Lee said as he looked over at his friend who was lost in
thought when they’d reached Nelson’s home.
“Are you all right?”
“What? Oh, yes, yes I’m fine I was just thinking.”
“Again, I
don’t think you’re supposed to be doing that,” he laughed as he got out of the
car and came over to Nelson, who could have sworn he didn’t need any help but
accepted it anyway.
They
entered the house and Nelson started to walk to his bedroom to change when he
noticed a letter lying on the counter by the door. Reaching for it, he opened it and exploded in
anger.
“What the
hell is this? He can’t just quit! Of all the sorry…here read this,” he said as
he thrust the letter at Lee and began to pace.
Lee read
the letter from Jamie to the admiral apologizing again for his lapse that
almost cost him his life and was regretfully handing in his resignation as
Chief Medical Officer. Looking up, he
watched as Nelson paced back and forth in agitation.
“Admiral,
you need to calm down. I’m sure…”
“Calm
down? He thinks this is his fault,” he
said gesturing to the bandage on his head.
“He thinks he nearly killed me. I
will not accept…”
“All
right. You won’t accept it. Calm down.
Please,” he begged as he held Nelson by the arm, afraid he would have a
relapse. “We’ll go talk to him. You go change and I’ll find out where he
is. But please calm down.”
“Yes,
yes. All right. But find him.
He’s not going to just walk away,” he said in a calmer tone as he went
to change.
Lee
reached for the phone and after a few calls had determined that Jamie was in
his office at the Institute. When Nelson
emerged dressed in gray slacks and a maroon sweater, he told him where Jamie
was and the two headed off, with Lee sending furtive glances at Nelson to gauge
his condition.
“I’m
fine, Lee. Stop looking at me like I’m
going to pass out.”
“Yes
sir,” he said meekly as he drove to the Med Bay, stopping in front and jumping
out to help Nelson who again didn’t need help.
The two
walked quickly through the quiet Med Bay to Jamie’s office. Peering inside the half opened door, they saw
Jamie sitting amongst some boxes holding a picture in front of him.
“Lee,”
Nelson said quietly. “Let me handle
this.”
“I’ll be
out here waiting,” he said with a nod as he watched Nelson turn and head
inside, closing the door behind him.
“What’s
the meaning of this?” Nelson asked softly, holding out Jamie’s resignation
letter to him.
Startled,
Jamie looked up. “It…it’s
self-explanatory. I quit,” he said as he
looked back at the picture in his lap.
“Why?”
“Why? How can you ask me that?” he asked in
disbelief as he looked back to Nelson.
“I asked
because I don’t know why. You made a
mistake. It’s corrected. I don’t blame
you. No one blames you.”
“I blame me. I almost killed you! I let my personal problems get in the way of
my job,” Jamie said in anguish.
“Personal
problems?” Nelson asked as he sat down in a chair near Jamie. “You’ve said that before and I never got a
chance to ask what you mean. What is it,
Jamie?”
The
silence in the room went on for a long time and Nelson was afraid Jamie wasn’t
going to answer. Then he heard a small
voice say, “Jessie is leaving me.”
Nelson
leaned back in his chair as he felt the anguish of his friend hit him. Jamie and Jessie had been married for ten
years, since before he had come to work for him at the Institute. He’d thought if there was ever a reason to believe
he could maintain a long-term relationship with a woman without hurting her by his
continued absences, they were the example.
The knowledge they weren’t hurt him unexpectedly.
“I’m
sorry, Will. I didn’t know.”
“No one
does. I’d hoped…she’d change her mind.”
“How long
have you and she had…”
“Problems? A few months but it got worse on the last
cruise. The one where you almost
died. She told me in one of our
conversations during the cruise that she wanted someone to be there for her
when she needed someone.”
“Understandable.”
“She
won’t talk to me, Harry. I don’t know
what to do.”
“How long
ago did you and she last speak?”
“Last
time was the day you…the day you came to my office in pain and I wasn’t
there. The day you…went missing,” he
said in an angst filled voice.
“That’s
been awhile.”
“Yeah. She went to her sister’s in Phoenix. Said she needed to think and didn’t want to
see, hear or smell the ocean right now.”
Nelson
snorted. “Well, that would be the place
to go then. Is she still there?”
Jamie
shook his head slowly. “I heard from a
friend she was back.”
“And you
haven’t called her? Talked to her? Visited her?”
“What’s
the point?” Jamie asked looking up with unshed tears in his eye.
“The
point is to get her back. If that’s what you want.”
“Of
course it’s what I want. I just…”
“Just
what?”
“I don’t
know what I’m going to do. My mind is so
messed up. My personal problems almost
cost you your life,” he said softly. “I
live with that every day. Knowing I
should have done something.”
“You
did! You saved my life!” Nelson said as
he reached a hand out to grasp Jamie’s. “Lee
and Danny told me what you did. Danny
told me how you didn’t give up on me when you couldn’t get me back.”
“Just
stubborn. Like you,” he said with a
slight smile as he looked up at Nelson.
“I credit the patient.”
“And I
credit the doctor. How many times have
you saved my life or Lee’s or Chip’s or any of the crew? How many times, Will? One perceived slip and you’re ready to throw
your career away? Run into problems in
your marriage and you’re ready to give up on it? Is that what you really want?”
“I’m not
sure what I want. I want the past months
to be different.”
“There
are no do overs in life, Jamie. You know that. We take the hand we’re dealt. I told you this back in San Diego and I’ll
say it again, I don’t blame you. No one
blames you. Please, Jamie don’t do
this,” he said waving the letter at him.”
“I don’t trust
my skills any more, Harry. I don’t trust
me.”
Nelson
lowered his head as he tried to think of how to reach Jamie. Silence stretched out before them as Nelson
began to form an idea. “Would you come
to the Christmas party at least?”
“I don’t
feel much like celebrating.”
“For
me? Make sure I don’t over do?”
At that
Jamie’s head snapped up. “Are you
feeling all right?” he asked in concern as he quickly assessed Nelson’s
condition. “You look tired. I should
have known not to let you out of my sight.
You can’t be trusted to take care of yourself.”
“No I
can’t,” he chuckled. “I’m fine. Just…I just don’t want to lose my CMO. Or my friend.
Come down to the party. I’m
supposed to be reading the kids a story soon.”
Jamie
sighed, not really wanting to go to a party but decided Nelson needed looking
after. For awhile he would still be here
to do it.
“All
right. Let’s go,” he said as he reached
for Harry’s arm who instinctively thought about pulling away but
acquiesced. If he thought he needed
help, so much the better.
“Maybe
you should freshen up a bit,” Nelson said with a smile. “Comb your hair, straighten your shirt. Something.”
Jamieson
looked down at his rumpled clothes and nodded.
“I have a clean shirt here somewhere.
Give me a minute and I’ll be ready,” he said softly.
When
Jamie had left the room to change, Nelson walked hurriedly to Jamie’s desk and
wrote two notes quickly then went out into the hallway and caught Lee’s attention. “Here.
Do me a favor and follow the instructions I’ve written here on the top
note,” he said handing him both the notes.
“I’ll go with Jamie down to the party in his car.”
“Admiral,
what’s going on?”
“Just
read the first note, Lee and do what it says.”
Jamie
stepped out of his office looking slightly better than he had and looked
suspiciously at Lee and Harry. “What’s
going on?”
“Nothing. Lee has something to do so I’m going to drive
you down to the party in your car.”
“No,
you’re not. You aren’t allowed to drive
yet. I’ll drive us down in my car,”
he said sternly. “How many other things
that I told you not to do have you done?”
“Me? Nothing!
I swear!” Nelson professed innocently, holding his hands up in front of
him. “I just forgot for a minute.”
Jamie
looked at him in fear. “You forgot?”
“Not that
kind of forgot, Jamie. Come on. You drive,” he said as he grabbed Jamie’s arm
and glanced back at Lee with a smile.
~O~
Nelson
and Jamieson walked down the long hallway of the main building quickly stopping
just inside the cafeteria. Nelson gazed
about the inside of the room, enjoying the sight of the decorations that had
transformed a normally utilitarian cafeteria into a winter wonderland. Scents
of Christmas assaulted his nose as he breathed in the heavenly aroma of spices
mixed with pine.
Although
most of the kids had never really seen snow, it roared Christmas to those that
had. A Christmas tree surrounded by
mounds of fake snow sat in the corner of the room gaily decorated with bright
blinking lights and sparkly garland. Red, green and white intertwined streamers
hung from the ceiling in festive patterns while huge snowflakes wafted in the
slight breeze through the room. Tables
were set up decorated with red or green cloth tablecloths with single lit
candles sparkling in the middle. Off to
the side by the tree, a chair had been set up, a book lying unopened on the table
beside it.
“Harry!
Where have you been? Are you all
right?” he heard as he entered the room.
Turning he saw his sister and Angie dressed in elf costumes and concern
marring their faces, descend on him.
“I’m
fine, ladies,” he said holding his hands up.
“Stop worrying! I just had to
make a stop.”
Edith
turned her eyes questioningly to Jamie.
“As far as I know he’s fine, Edith.
As he said, stop worrying.”
“That’s
easier said than done, considering who we’re talking about,” Angie said
quietly, earning a glare from Nelson.
“Be that
as it may, I’m here. So let’s get to the
reading. Everything ready?”
“Yes,
sir. Oh here,” Angie said, smiling as
she placed a bright red Santa hat on top of his head gently, covering the large
bandage that graced his head.
“There. Now you look festive.”
“And not
nearly as scary,” Edith agreed, nodding.
“Scary? When am I scary?”
Deciding
to ignore the giggles from two of his favorite elves, he snagged a cookie from
a nearby tray and walked to the front of the room where the children of the
crew and the Institute employees were sitting cross-legged, eager to get the
Christmas season underway.
“Well ,well,
well! Look at all of you dressed up so
nicely!” Nelson said as he seated himself on the chair and looked at the circle
of children before him. “Is there
something special going on?”
“It’s
Christmas, Admiral Nelson! You know
that!” Peter O’Brien said with a giggle.
“It
is? Already? Well, that must be why there are Christmas
trees and decorations everywhere! I
think it also means it’s time for me to read something. Now, what is it I’m supposed to read to you
all?” he asked as he looked like he was having trouble remembering. His eyes shot up to see concerned looks on
several of the faces in the crowd and he frowned. How long before they stopped worrying about
him?
“The
book!” the children shouted.
“Book? What book?” he asked.
“Beside
you, Admiral! On the table!” they
shouted again, enjoying the game they were playing with the man they rarely saw
but were nonetheless in awe of.
“Oh, this
one?” he asked as he picked up the book beside him. “’Twas the Night
Before Christmas?”***
“Yes!”
they shouted again earning a big smile from Nelson and the rest in the room.
“Well, if
you insist,” he said with a smile and began to read the story to them in his
rich, deep voice, captivating all in the room as he read.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and
Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."
Finishing the story, he closed the book with a snap and looked at the happy faces in front of him. “Well, what now?” he asked.
“Presents!” they shouted. “Where’s Santa?”
“Santa? Well, I haven’t seen him today but maybe someone else has. Should I go see?” he asked them, smiling broadly at their answer.
He got up and slowly made his way to the back of the room pretending along with his elves and Jamie to look about for Santa, stopping when they heard a hearty, “Ho Ho Ho!” as Santa entered from the side door carrying a bundle over his shoulders, sat in the chair vacated by Nelson and proceeded to hand out presents to the kids one by one as they came up to him.
“How did you get Chip to be Santa, Angie?” Nelson asked with a grin.
“Oh it wasn’t me, sir. Becky from the Institute secretarial pool got him to do it.”
“Oh. Interesting. Very interesting,” Nelson said happily as he watched his executive officer play the part to perfection.
Glancing to the side of the room for a minute, Nelson watched as Lee entered, smiling as he saw the person that trailed behind him, uncertainty on her features. Nudging the man beside him he gestured to the door. Jamie turned his eyes from Harry to the woman standing on the far side of the room and felt him stiffen.
“Go to her, Jamie. Work it out. Take some time off if you want and go away, just the two of you. But don’t give up on your marriage because of your job. If you do decide to resign, do it to save your marriage not because of what happened.”
“What…how…how did you get her to come?” he asked softly.
“Haven’t you heard? What Nelson wants, Nelson gets,” he barked in laughter. “I had Lee ask her to come. If she didn’t want to be here, she wouldn’t have come, Jamie. Talk to her.”
Jamie was silent and still for a long time until he slowly made his way to the other side of the room and stood in front of Jessie who looked up at him hesitantly. He watched as he saw Jamie talk to her for a long time, then saw Jessie lower her head before leaning into her husband’s arms as he gathered her close.
“Do you think they have a chance, Admiral?” he heard Lee say as he came up beside him.
“There’s always a chance, Lee. If they love each other enough, there’s hope. If there’s one thing we’ve learned over the past few months, it’s to have hope. Haven’t we?” he asked as he turned his eyes to Lee’s.
“Yes, yes we have,” he answered as he looked warmly at Nelson, clasping him gently on the shoulder. “Yes, we have.”
The two stood watching as Jamie and Jessie disappeared out the door, knowing their problems wouldn’t be solved overnight or by a few simple words on a piece of paper. But it was a season for miracles and anything was possible: a healed life or a healed body. Perhaps, even a healed marriage.
“Well! Let’s get some of those cookies I see over there,” Nelson said as he rubbed his hands together gleefully. With a smile, he headed off to claim some of the sweets from an unattended tray leaving Lee to stare after him with a big smile on his face as he watched the man he’d almost given up on grab several of the cookies. The past few months were thankfully over and Nelson was well on his way to being Admiral Harriman Nelson again. Every day was one step closer to his reclaiming the life he loved and Lee felt his heart soar at the knowledge Nelson, his friend, mentor, brother, was here, alive and on his way to being fully healed and healthy. Hopelessness and its twin despair had become things of the past as they neared the end of the long road they’d all traversed. But it had ultimately been a road built in hope.
Turning his happy gaze from the children enjoying their presents and treats back to Lee, Nelson saw the look in his friend’s eyes and knew the path his thoughts had taken. With a devilish grin, he picked up a sugar covered cookie from the tray by him and held it up, waving it at him with a quirked eye.
Shaking his head in amusement at the man who’d cheated death once more, he smiled and walked to him; taking the offered treat from him as together they watched their friends enjoy the fruits of the holiday, content that all would soon be as it should.
The End
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***“'Twas the Night
Before Christmas”
by Clement Clarke Moore