Cast a Pale Shadow(21)

For the first time, Trissa eyes focused steadily on the social worker. "Nicholas saved my life, Mrs. Pulasky. He saved me. How can I not be safe with a man who would have given his life for mine?"

"I understand what you're saying. You've had a traumatic experience. It's only natural that you look to this man as your savior. But I can't understand what led up to this... this accident. I can't understand why you would be out in the dark, in the cold, on the railroad tracks, alone."

"I can't explain. It would hurt people I care -- used to care about, and I can't do that. But believe me, Nicholas was not to blame. Nicholas had nothing to do with it."

"I believe you, Trissa. I'll talk to Dr. Edmonds. He will probably release you as early as tomorrow, maybe."

"Do you think it could be today? I'm worried about the expense."

"Don't worry about that. That's one thing I can take care of. And if there's anything else, if you just need somebody to talk to, here's my card. It has my extension here at the hospital. and if I'm not here for some reason, someone will answer and take a message. I'm never more than ten minutes away from getting my messages."

A knock at the door interrupted them. "Flowers."

"Come in," Georgia called, and a tall, bespectacled volunteer entered with a vase of pink roses and daisies.

"For Trissa?" the volunteer said. "Sorry, these are a little late."

"That's me," answered Trissa, hopping to her feet as the vase was delivered into her outstretched hands. "There's no card."

"No, he didn't leave one. He seemed in a hurry."

"It can't be Nicholas." Trissa said. "He already brought flowers."

"Maybe they're from your parents?" Mrs. Pulasky said.

The vase slipped from Trissa's suddenly trembling hands and crashed to the floor, splattering water and shards of glass. "My father?"

"Don't move, Trissa, you'll cut yourself!" Georgia cautioned, reaching for her elbows to hold her in place. Slivers of pink glass surrounded Trissa's bare toes. "Quick, see if there are some slippers in that suitcase over there," she instructed the volunteer, who jumped to the task.

"I have to get out of here. My father -- my father knows." Trissa's words came in quick, panicked gulps.

"What is going on here?" bellowed a voice from the doorway. In three quick strides, Dr. Edmonds was upon them. He whisked Trissa from her feet and deposited her on the bed. "Well, don't just stand there. Get that mess cleaned up," he yelled at the now quaking, young volunteer.

"Oh, dear. Oh, dear," she fretted. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She tossed the slippers she'd found to the bed and raced from the room.

Trissa made a grab for the slippers and tried to clamber off the bed again, her terror giving her a strength and purpose she had not had before. Edmonds pulled her back and held her down with one strong hand. "Lie still," he ordered her.

"Let me go! I have to go!"

"Not until this glass is cleaned up and someone tells me what's going on here."

It was useless to struggle against his strength and Trissa was flagging quickly. "I won't go back to him. You can't make me. You can't," she whimpered. She sank back to the pillow, her shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs.

"Don't worry. I won't let Brewer touch you!"

Trissa responded with renewed determination. "No! Let me go! Nicholas! Nicholas!" she screeched as she tried, in vain, to twist away from him.

The social worker intervened. "Doctor, let me try," she said firmly as she placed her hand on his forearm. Edmonds eased up almost immediately and a fleeting look of chagrin crossed his face.

"It's all right, Trissa," Georgia tried to soothe her. "I'll explain to Dr. Edmonds. We'll be right outside the door. No one will get past us to harm you." Two orderlies entered with broom, mop, and bucket. Georgia pulled the covers over Trissa's oversized garments disheveled by the struggle. "I'll be back to help you dress when these guys finish up, okay?" Trissa nodded, the new audience giving her no other choice.

"Could you step out into the hall with me for a moment, Doctor?"

The orderlies went about their business then exited as both Mrs. Pulasky and Edmonds reentered Trissa's room to find her already sorting through her suitcase for clothes to wear.

"Any more headaches or dizziness, Trissa?"

She looked up and self-consciously clutched her gown and robe tighter around her. "None since this morning, Doctor."

"Is there not some relative who could take you home? An aunt? A grandparent?" he asked.

"Relative? But -- Nicholas will take me. Didn't Mrs. Pulasky explain?"

"She did. I guess I'm just too pigheaded to let go of my prejudices. But I have decided to let you go. However, you must promise to come back for a check up in a week, and to call me anytime you need me, day or night."

"I promise."

"Then I'll get the paperwork started. I suppose Brewer is lurking about somewhere," he muttered.

"He told us where he'd be," Mrs. Pulasky said. "I'd like to talk with him first."

"Be my guest," he said. "Trissa, I wish I'd been able to help you more than I have. Remember your promise."



*****



When Nicholas found that a cigarette or two did nothing to calm his nerves, he gave up and found a place to pace in the hospital reception area. That was where Georgia Pulasky found him. "Mr. Brewer, you've been very patient, and I think I have some good news for you."

"Then it was worth being patient."

"Trissa is being released and you can take her home in about an hour."

"I can? I mean, have you asked her if that's what she wants?"

"She and I had a long talk. She revealed a little more about last night than she intended to, I believe. And I have guessed at the rest. You are quite a hero to her, Mr. Brewer."

"I am?"

"Anybody who knew the story would say so. But I am afraid, considering the circumstances, only the three of us will ever know it. You saved her life."

"I think I saved my own life, Mrs. Pulasky."

"But you are not her husband."

"Did she tell you that?"

"No, in fact, she said the opposite. It's just part of what I've guessed. Whatever your motives for this lie, I suspect they were goodhearted ones. You know Dr. Edmonds does not share my belief."

"I know that."

"I also want you to know that his motives are goodhearted as well. I've seen her with him. He only wants to protect her. And she needs protecting. She may be more fragile than any of us know. She might not survive a tug-of-war between you two. Be careful."

"I will."

"And keep her from her father."

"I intend to."

"I gave Trissa my card. I want you to have it, too. She mentioned some concern about expenses."

"I'll take care of them. It may take time, but I will."

"I can work something out for you, if you'll let me. Call me tomorrow and we'll discuss it. And if you have any other questions or doubts or needs..."

"Thank you, Mrs. Pulasky." He reached out to shake her hand just as the elevator door opened to reveal Trissa with a volunteer at her elbow. She was dressed in a soft, dusty rose sweater and dress. She had brushed her hair forward to cover the cheek that bore the worst of her bruises. She looked like some frail and battered angel as she took two hesitant steps toward them, unwilling it seemed, to interrupt their conversation. Nicholas forgot there was anyone else on the planet. He left Georgia without a sideward glance.

"Are you ready to take me home?"

"Yes, Trissa, I'm ready."



*****



"So you're leaving together?" Edmonds found them on the verge of exiting the building.

"As I told you we would. Together. As we arrived," said Nicholas.

"I wouldn't allude to the condition of your arrival, if I were you, Brewer." Edmonds shouldered his way between her and Nicholas, and Trissa realized at that moment the size of the doctor. He was half a foot taller than Nicholas and his chest seemed twice as broad. With his lean waist and well-muscled thighs, he seemed almost overpowering to her.

Beside him, Nicholas was a neat package of coiled strength and energy, compact and well proportioned. Both men seemed ready to growl and bristle like two dogs, a Great Dane and a terrier, contending over a bone. And that made her the bone. Almost unwittingly, she'd edged toward the terrier.

"Trissa, there's still time to change your mind," Dr. Edmonds said with the portent of a final warning.