“Yes?”
“But to this degree? This is out of my league, Jimmy.”
She had wisely shut the door now to the sick bay and the outer door to the infirmary itself. Lind was just laying there, staring up at the ceiling, his mouth opening and closing. He was making a gulping sound in his throat like a beached fish.
Hayes swallowed down whatever was in him that made him want to turn and run. He swallowed it down and went over to Lind. He looked terrible. His flesh was white as a toad’s belly and the oddest smell was coming off him… a sharp chemical odor like turpentine.
“Lind? Can you hear me? It’s Hayes.”
The eyes blinked, the pupils hugely dilated, but nothing else. There was no sense of recognition. Anything. Lind’s mouth snapped close and then his lips parted slowly. The voice that came out was windy and echoing, unearthly… almost like Lind was speaking from the bottom of a very deep well. “Hayes… Jimmy… oh, Christ, help me Jimmy, don’t let them… .”
He stopped, making that gulping noise again. Although he was restrained, his hands were flopping madly about, looking for something to grasp. Horrified as he was by all of it, Hayes was seeing another human being in a terrible plight and he put his hand in Lind’s own. He almost immediately pulled away… touching Lind was like laying your hands on an electric cow fence. Hayes could feel the energy, the electricity thrumming through the man. It seemed to be moving in waves and he could feel it crawling over the back of his hand.
Lind took a deep breath and that energy died away. Thankfully.
Now all Hayes was aware of was the actual feel of Lind’s flesh against his own. It was hot and moist and repulsive. Like handling some reptilian fetus that had been expelled from its mother’s womb in a breath of fevers. Lind’s hand was like that… smooth, warm, sweating toxins and bile. It took everything Hayes had in him not to pull away.
“Lind… c’mon, old buddy, you can’t go on like this, you—”
“I can hear you, Jimmy, but I can’t see you, I can’t see anything but this place, this awful place… oh, where am I, where am I?”
That voice was making a rushing, hollow sound that human lungs were simply incapable of. Hayes couldn’t get past the notion that it was coming from very far away. It sounded like it was being accelerated across great distances.
Hayes looked over at Sharkey and she chewed her lip.
“You’re in the infirmary, Lind.”
Lind’s hand played in his own, felt pliant like warm clay, something that might melt away from body heat. “I can’t see you, Jimmy… Jesus Christ, but I can’t fucking see you,” he whimpered. “I… I can’t see the infirmary either… I see… oh I see…”
“What do you see?” Hayes asked him, thinking it might be important. “Tell me.”
Lind just lay there, staring holes through the ceiling. “I see, I see…” He began to thrash, a wet and tortured scream coming from his mouth. And it almost seemed more like a shout of surprise or terror. “The sea… there’s only the sea… that big, big sea… the steaming, boiling sea… and the sky above… misty, misty. It’s… it’s not blue anymore… it’s green, Jimmy, shimmering and glowing and full of sparkling mist. Do you smell it? That bad air… like bleach, like ammonia.” He started to gag and cough, moving in boneless gyrations like a snake, sweat rolling down his blistered face. He was madly gulping air. “Can’t… breathe… I can’t fucking breathe, Jimmy, I can’t fucking breathe!”
Hayes held onto him, trying to talk him down. “Yes, you can, Lind! You’re not really there, only your eyes are there! Only your eyes!”
Lind calmed a bit, but kept gulping air. His eyes were huge and filled with tears and madness. His breath smelled unnatural, like creosote.
“Take it easy now,” Hayes told him. “Now just relax and tell me what you see. I’ll help you find your way out.”
And Hayes figured maybe he could, if he could find out just where the hell this place was. Sharkey was watching him, neither approving nor disapproving of what he was doing. Just standing by with a hypo if it came to that.
“It’s hot, Jimmy, it’s hot here… everything is smoking and misting and those, those great jagged sheets of glass… sheets of broken glass rising up from the sea and shattering into light… that green, green, green sky… purple clouds and pink clouds and shadows… those shadows coil like snakes, look how they do that… do you see? Do you see? Shadows with… veins, veins… living shadows in the green misting sky…”
“Yes,” Hayes said. “I see them. They can’t hurt us, though.”
“I’m sinking, Jimmy, don’t let me go, don’t let me go down there! I’m sinking down into the sea and the water is warm, so very warm and thick… like jelly… how can it feel like that? The depths, oh those glittering emerald depths. The sea lights itself up and it shows you things… and… and I’m not alone, Jimmy. There are others here, many others. Do you see them? They swim with me… swimming and gliding and rising and falling. Yes, yes! Them things, them things like in the hut… but alive, all of them alive, gathering at the city!”
It could have been the city beneath Lake Vordog, but Hayes seriously doubted it by that point. Wherever this was, it was no place man had ever trod. Some awful, alien world with a poison atmosphere. And the crazy thing was, although Hayes could not see it and was glad of the fact, he could feel it. He could feel the heat of the place, that thick and turgid heat. Sweat was running down his face and the air was suddenly close and gagging, like trying to suck air through a hot oven mitt.
Jesus.
Hayes was nearly swooning now.
He could see the heat and it was coming from Lind, rolling off him like shimmering heat waves from August pavement. Hayes looked over at Sharkey and, yes, her face was beaded with sweat. It was incredible, but it was happening.
Lind was like some weird portal, some doorway to those seething alien wastes. He was there, his mind was there, and he was bringing some of it back with him. Because now it was more than just the heat, it was the smell, too. Hayes was gagging, coughing, his head reeling, the room saturated with an unbearable stench of ammoniated ice. Steam was rising from Lind now and bringing the smell of that toxic atmosphere with him. It reminded Hayes of wash day back home when he was a kid. That eye-watering, nose-burning stink of Hilex bleach.
Sharkey wisely opened the door to the infirmary and started a fan going. It cleared the air a bit, at least enough where Hayes wasn’t ready to pass out.
Lind was talking on through it alclass="underline" “…seeing it, Jimmy? You seeing it? Oh, that’s a city, a gigantic city… a floating city… look how it bobs and sways? How can it do that? All them high towers and deep holes, honeycombs… like bee honeycombs, all them cells and chambers…”
“Are you still with them, Lind? Those others?”
Lind chattered his teeth, shook his head. “No, no, no… I’m not me anymore, Jimmy, I’m one of them! One of them spreading my wings and swimming and diving through those pink honeycombs and knowing what they think like they know what I think… we… we’re going to… yes! That’s the plan, isn’t it? That’s always, always, always been the plan…”
“What’s the plan?” Hayes asked. “Tell me the plan, Lind.”
But Lind was just shaking his head, a funny light in his eyes now like a reflection from a mirror. “We’re rising now… the hive is rising now… through the water and ice into the green glowing sky… thousands of us into the sky on buzzing wings, thousands and thousands of wings. We are the hive and the hive is us. We are the swarm, the ancient swarm that fills the skies…”