St. Paddy’s Day (Chapter Thirteen)

ST. PADDY’S DAY

by

The Major

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"The Irishman" by Gary Hernandez

“I am getting so frickin’ tired of watching you sleep.”

Dr. Pat opened his eyes.  He recognized the ceiling above him, but couldn’t place it immediately.  He tried to sit up, but the crushing pain in his head punished him back into submission.

“Easy does it, sawbones” came the raspy voice of Mick O’Reilly as he appeared at the doctor’s side and took his friend’s hand.  “How you doing, guy?”

“I am fine,” muttered Dr. Pat in a shaky voice.  “Actually, I’ve been a lot better.”

“Well, you look like shit,” said Mick in his usual diplomatic tone.

“You got some bump there.  You’ll probably be the lead story tonight.  I can see it now: COYSVILLE’S MAN OF THE YEAR GETS CLOBBERED ON MAIN – BECOMES LATEST VICTIM OF ‘RUSH HOUR’ MUGGER.”

“Good lord,” said Dr. Pat.  He tried again to get up, but Mick held him down.

“Not yet,” Mick said gently.  “Doc, he’s awake.”

Dr. Pat looked to his left and saw Dr. Sam Cooney enter the room with Investigator Hurley at his side.

Pat said: “As the great Indian Yogi – Berra, that is – said: somehow this is déjà vu all over again.”

Everyone laughed, included Officer Hurley.

Dr. Cooney said, “Pat, you’ve obviously got one hell of a concussion.  We’re just all so relieved you’re all right.  You were a mess when the ambulance got there – in the gutter, soaking wet from the rain.  But, as your doctor, I’ve got to advise you to take it easy over the next few days.”

“Well, doc,” said Mick with a smile on his face.  “I guess that rules out any large-scale public recognition ceremonies.”

“I didn’t say that, did I?” replied Sam.  “Let’s just take a couple of precautionary x-rays, and if all turns out as I think it will, Pat, you’ll come to see me for a follow up next Tuesday.”

“Now you’ll get a taste of real western medicine,” retorted Mick, obviously on a roll.  “You’ll find it a bit different than that snake charmer routine you perform.”

Pat smiled while the others laughed.  This spirit of bonhomie was apparently being put on for his benefit.  But, in truth, he was rattled.

He was a victim.  It made his other problems seem smaller and less immediate.

For the first time, he began to identify with the feelings Sharon might have felt after the snow bank incident.

Coming soon in Chapter Fourteen: Irony walks and talks.

— The Major

©2001 The Major

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