“He’s nonresponsive, barely breathing,” she said. “This way.”
She led them down a darkened hall to a curtained-off room lit by the emergency power. It was clean but the equipment was older. Danielle wondered if they would have what Yuri needed.
“We should have taken him to the States,” she said aloud.
“I assure you we have good doctors here,” the nurse said.
Danielle nodded. She hadn’t meant to disparage the health care they were likely to get at this place. She hadn’t even meant the statement to refer to now; she’d meant after Hong Kong, instead of coming to Mexico.
“It’ll be all right,” Hawker said, laying Yuri down on the examination table.
“How?”
“I don’t know. But it will.”
The nurse ducked out and a few seconds later a doctor came in. “I’m Dr. Vasquez,” she said, going right to the examination table without looking at either Danielle or Hawker.
“This child had a seizure?” she asked.
“That’s right,” Danielle replied.
Dr. Vasquez moved to the other side of the table, checking Yuri’s pulse and blood pressure.
“When?”
“Twenty minutes ago.”
The doctor looked up. “When the blackout hit?” she asked. “What was he doing at the time?”
Danielle paused, her mind searching.
“Was he watching TV? Or in a room without natural light?”
The question made sense to her now. Seizures could be caused by many different stimuli; one common cause was flickering light, like that of a television or computer screen cycling or on the fritz.
“No,” Danielle said. “We were outside, on the water.”
Dr. Vasquez stared at her and then looked over at Hawker. “Near Puerto Azul?”
Danielle didn’t reply. She guessed that news of the strange incident there had reached the hospital despite the blackout. Boats racing into a sleepy harbor, explosions that caused blackouts, and a group of people beaching their craft and racing on foot while carrying an injured child were not likely to go unnoticed.
Danielle stared into the doctor’s eyes. “Look, I have two years of medical training, and I saw this child have a seizure. Now he’s unconscious, bleeding from his ear, with possible bleeding inside his skull. He needs an MRI or a CT scan or whatever you have available to make sure his brain is not swelling.”
Dr. Vasquez began to look uncomfortable.
“You’re not his parents,” she said.
At that moment, a tall, broad-shouldered orderly stepped through the curtain, closing it behind him. He seemed to notice the tension and looked at Dr. Vasquez.
“Ricardo—” she began to say as she reached for an alarm button.
Danielle was on her, a hand going over her mouth and slamming her into the wall. Ricardo lunged for Danielle, but Hawker was quicker. He slammed the orderly against the opposite wall, producing a black handgun and holding it to the man’s head.
The doctor looked at her, eyes filled with utter fright.
Danielle hated what she saw.
“Listen to me,” she said, quietly but with great intensity, her eyes boring into the doctor, willing her to understand. “I promise you,” she said. “I promise you. We are not here to hurt you, or your staff, or this child.”
She took a deep breath. Dr. Vasquez took a breath. Hawker pulled the gun away but held it at the ready.
The doctor turned her eyes back toward Danielle.
“I’m not his mother, nor am I some deranged person who’s kidnapped him and thinks he’s my son. He’s not. But he’s been through hell and there are people looking for him who’d like to drag him back there. And I am not going to let that happen.”
Danielle noticed a softening in the doctor’s eyes and saw her steal a glance toward Yuri. She relaxed the pressure on the doctor’s mouth so she could speak, but held her hand close should Dr. Vasquez try to scream.
“Who are you people?” the doctor asked.
“We’re members of an American security service,” Danielle said.
“You have no authority here,” Dr. Vasquez said bluntly.
“No, we don’t. But our superiors are in touch with important members of your government.” Danielle had no choice but to lie. “People who both know of and have approved of our presence. I don’t have the time or the ability to contact them now. So please, just help us. Then we’ll go.”
Dr. Vasquez seemed torn. She looked at Yuri again. How could she not help? “We can do an MRI,” she said. “And after that you leave.”
Danielle nodded, thinking she would promise anything to get Yuri the examination he needed.
Professor McCarter sat in a public plaza, hiding among a crowd of people and the chaos of a traffic jam caused by the midafternoon blackout.
He tried to concentrate on the surroundings, looking for any sign of trouble, struggling against the flight reflex building within him.
In his backpack he carried the newly found stone, an object that had just discharged a massive burst of electromagnetic energy, an object that at least two groups of armed men were looking for and willing to kill over. As uneasy as he felt carrying it around undefended, both he and Danielle realized it would be unconscionable to bring it into the hospital, where it could interfere with countless tests and devices, not the least of which were the items needed to examine Yuri.
Across from him a fountain rose in concrete and stucco. Hundreds of people milled around, many of them out on the street and in the park because of the blackout. In an open area a group of teenagers was playing soccer. Near the borders of their makeshift field stood a group of uniformed federales. They walked through the mass of people looking like predators among a herd of prey.
Logic told him they were there for crowd control, to make sure an afternoon blackout didn’t turn into something worse. But despite his well-founded logic, he couldn’t shake the thought that they were specifically looking for him. Coming to find him and to take the stone.
Danielle stood with Dr. Vasquez in the control room studying the MRI. It showed a cross section of Yuri’s brain, highlighted in red, orange, and pink. One section was blue and it was blurred.
“What is that?” she asked.
The doctor adjusted the controls and had the machine run another scan. The beltlike apparatus that Yuri laid on moved him back into the tube of the massive machine and a series of loud clunking noises were heard as the machine took another picture of Yuri’s brain.
This one was slightly better, but still blurred around the blue section.
“Could something be wrong with the imager?” Danielle asked.
Dr. Vasquez shook her head. “I don’t think so,” she said. “I changed the angle of the scan slightly, just to be sure.” She pointed to the blurred area. “If it were the machine, the blurred area would have appeared to move. It didn’t. It’s in a different place on the image, the same spot in the child’s brain.”
“What is it?” Danielle asked.
“You said someone was doing experiments on him?”
“To the best of my knowledge that’s true.”
Dr. Vasquez nodded sadly. “In that case I would guess that we’re looking at the remnants of one of those experiments,” she said. “That is an object, a powered object, inserted into his cerebral cortex.”
“A powered object?”
“It’s emitting its own electromagnetic wave,” Dr. Vasquez said. “Minor, to be sure, but that’s the blue distortion.”
Danielle felt sick to her stomach. And then she heard a sound that made it worse. Yuri had woken up and had begun to scream.
McCarter moved toward the outskirts of the park. He had stopped at the table of a street vendor and pretended to examine some of his offerings. He glanced back toward the group of policemen.