Turning to Mattus, Cub Sterling said:
“I’d better look in on Miss Merriweather, in case her father telephones today. Then you can find me with Dr. Sterling, if you need me.”
He turned from Ward B and walked into Room Two and closed the door. That shade onto the Ward was still lowered. He had lowered it himself the first night he brought the cigarettes.
He and Sally Ferguson were completely alone.
She was smoking a cigarette. The room swam with pinking air and Cub leaned against the door jam and snapped:
“How’s the leg since they took the bandages off? All right?”
She ignored the question and said:
“I just woke up! Why did you give me those pills last night?”
He walked toward the bed, and the horror of the night receded and a wild happiness suffused his features.
“Don’t you know, Salscie?”