“Clear!”
Gabriel arched. On the screen the ECG jumped.
They moved back to their positions, three people working together to carry on functions that were normally automatic, keeping him alive by hand while the ECG continued to dance but refused to settle.
“We can’t keep on with this indefinitely,” Dr. Kaplan said between pumps. “CPR and artificial respiration only go so far in keeping a patient viable. His brain is already being starved of oxygen. Any longer than a few minutes and it becomes increasingly pointless.”
“Then you’d better get a move on,” Arkadian said.
Kaplan nodded. “Okay, spike him up with another mil of epinephrine. Let’s go again.”
Arkadian focused on the bag in his hand, squeezing and releasing it steadily at the same pace Gabriel would breathe if he could. “Come on,” he whispered, dipping his head down level with Gabriel’s ear. “Don’t go out like this. Not like this.”
Gabriel could see the land beneath him getting closer but the effort to reach it was exhausting. Occasionally a gust of wind would help him out, blowing him downward in a sudden surge, but it never lasted long and the upward force would start to pull on him again, working on his mind too, telling him to give up, let go, relax and float away.
The land was also taking form and he continued to focus on it, using it as a hook to pull him down, fixing on a patch of green in the middle of a vast, dry desert. He continued to kick and pull with his arms, swimming in the air as if he was trying to get to the bottom of a crystal-clear lake.
He could see more now, trees and rivers and a lake at the center of the green, reflecting the bright sun behind him. And there was something else, a person, a woman, standing by the edge of the pool and looking around as though she had lost something. She was calling out but he was still too high to hear her. He could feel weariness flooding his whole body and again the voice from above told him to just let go. Then another gust of wind pushed him down, halving the distance so he could finally see who it was and hear what she was calling.
“Gabriel!” Liv hollered into the same wind that had pushed him close to her. “Where have you gone? Why have you left me here?”
Gabriel kicked harder, the sound of her voice and the sight of her pulling at him now with far more strength than the light in the sky. “I’m here,” he called out. “My love, I’m here. I’m coming for you. I’m coming back.”
Then he kicked once more and something seemed to snap. The lights went out and he was suddenly falling through darkness, down to the earth that he could no longer see, and down to the woman he could no longer hear.
“Heartbeat steady at eight nine, BP one hundred over eighty.” Kaplan stood back watching the proof on the heart monitor that had taken over the job he had been doing for the last five minutes.
Arkadian continued to pump the air bag, too scared to stop in case it was the only thing keeping Gabriel bound to this earth. “You can stop that now,” Kaplan said, “he’s breathing on his own.”
Arkadian stepped back, suddenly aware that he was drenched in sweat inside his space suit. “Congratulations, Doctor,” he said, managing a smile, “you just saved a good man’s life.”
The doctor looked down at the figure on the bed. The infected and blistered skin was already starting to sheen again with sweat as the fever came back to life too. “Yes,” he said. “But for how long?”
29
The heat hammered a headache into Liv before she had even made it out of sight of the compound. She was following the line of one of the larger streams that flowed out from the holding pits, tracing it through the contours of the land. She did not stoop to drink from it despite her thirst. She knew the riders would be watching and she did not want to give them the satisfaction. She felt uneasy walking away, though she knew she had no option: each footstep seemed heavier than the last, as if her whole body was rebelling against leaving this place. It was as though her heart was physically bound to it and each step made the bond tighter as it tried to pull her back.
After nearly two hours’ walking, the land started to fall away and she came across a shallow depression in the ground where the water had pooled. She stopped still the moment she saw it and sank slowly to the ground.
An eagle stood on the far bank of the pool, dipping its curved beak into the water, sending gentle ripples across the surface while its powerful talons gripped the wet, red earth like soft flesh. It saw her, held her gaze with its huge amber eyes. She sensed no fear in it, or surprise at her presence, it just stared at her, so intently that she felt it must see right through her. Then the crunch of a foot on dry earth behind her made the bird take flight in an explosion of feathers and water droplets.
Liv spun around and saw Tariq standing over her, his eyes following the bird upward as it rose into the sky. “Hey,” she said, “you followed me.”
He looked down at her and smiled. “We all followed you,” he replied, and stepped aside to let the rest of the refugees file past. Liv watched in silence as they walked down to the water one by one. She felt like crying.
Since Gabriel had gone she had been almost overwhelmed by feelings of loneliness. It gave her hope to see these strangers now, people who had chosen to follow her into the unknown rather than seek their own salvation. There was something happening here — bigger than her, bigger than any one person — and she knew they must feel it, as she felt it, or else why would they be here?
“This is a good omen,” Tariq said, looking up at the eagle. She followed his gaze to where the outspread wings gyred high above them, forming the shape of a T in the sky. She’d seen this before.
She grabbed the folded piece of paper from her pocket and opened it to reveal the rubbing of the Starmap, her eyes focusing on the first line of symbols.
The river
An eagle
A T-shaped cross
Her eyes slid across the remaining symbols and her heart thumped in her chest.
“Stop,” she called out. “Don’t drink it, don’t drink the water.” Faces turned to her and she could see questions and doubt in their eyes.
She focused her mind on the symbols that followed the T.
The river again, a man kneeling next to it, his head hanging down and dripping, then the skull — symbol of death.
Liv looked back along the stream toward the distant compound, now just a shimmering smudge in the distance. For most of its length it ran clear, but even as she watched she could see a change. Far in the distance a current was swelling and surging down the stream toward her. It stirred up the mud as it went, turning the water the reddish color of the earth — the color of blood.