They hustled me out out of the room almost immediately. For testing. It’s now the night after the procedure. I was finally getting a chance to sit and catch my breath, when Jim walked in.
“How you feeling?” he asked.
“Good,” I said.
“You tired at all?” he asked.
I looked closed at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Mark fell asleep almost right after you left the room. He hasn’t gotten up yet.”
Me, I was strangely energized.
“How are you feeling?” he asked looking at me closely.
“I’m good,” I said. And I was. “But me…Mark…”
“We have our best people looking at him. We haven’t seen anything yet. He appears to be in a deep sleep. Coma like. But he isn’t in danger, just….asleep.”
“Why?” I searched my memory for anything that might be relevant. “Why?”
“We don’t know.” Jim sat. He looked tired. “We. Don’t. Know.”
“Bring everything in here.” I said. “ I want to talk to everyone. Everyone.”
Jim nodded wearily. He had accepted me.