ah.thefinaldiagnosis-第63章
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rake to hold back the flesh from the new incision。
〃They're fine。 We're moving into a new house next week。〃
〃Oh； really。 Whereabouts？〃 To the intern she said； 〃A little higher； please。 Try to hold it back right out of the way。〃
〃Somerset Heights。 It's a new subdivision in the north end。〃
The back leg muscles were almost severed。 She said； 〃I think I've heard of it。 I expect your wife is pleased。〃
Now the bone was visible； the whole incision big； red； gaping。 The anesthetist answered； 〃She's in seventh heaven…buying rugs； choosing draperies； all the other things。 There's only one problem。〃
Lucy's fingers went around the leg bone； working up and freeing the surrounding muscles。 Speaking for the students' benefit； she said； 〃You'll notice that I'm pushing the muscles as far out of the way as I can。 Then we can sever the bone quite high so that afterward it will be entirely covered with muscle。〃
The intern was having trouble holding back the overlapping muscles with his two rakes。 She helped him position them and he gumbled； 〃Next time I do this I'll bring my third hand。〃
〃Saw； please。〃
Again the scrub nurse was ready； placing the handle of the bone saw in Lucy's outstretched palm。 To the anesthetist Lucy said； 〃What problem is that？〃
Positioning the saw blade as high as she could； Lucy began to move it in short； even strokes。 There was the dull； penetrating sound of bone scrunching as the saw teeth bit inward。 The anesthetist said； 〃Paying for it all。〃
Lucy laughed。 〃We'll have to keep you busier…schedule more surgery。〃 She had sawed halfway through the bone now； it was proving tougher than some； but of course young bones were naturally hard。 Suddenly the thought occurred to her： this is a moment of tragedy； and yet here we are； casually talking； even jesting； about monplace things。 In a second or two； no more； this leg would be severed and a young girl…little more than a child…would have lost； for always； a part of her life。 Never again would she run freely； wholly like other people； or dance； or swim； or ride horseback； or； uninhibited； make love。 Some of these things she would eventually do； and others with effort and mechanical aid； but nothing again could ever be quite the same…never so gay or free or careless as with the fullness of youth and the body whole。 This was the nub of the tragedy： it had happened too soon。
Lucy paused。 Her sensitive fingers told her that the saw cut was almost plete。 Then； abruptly； there was a crunching sound； followed by a sharp crack； at the last moment； under the weight of the almost separated limb； the final fragment of bone had snapped。 The limb was free and it fell to the table。 For the first time raising her voice； Lucy said； 〃Catch it！ Quickly！〃
But the warning was too late。 As the intern grabbed and missed； the leg slipped from the operating table and thudded to the floor。
〃Leave it there！〃 Lucy spoke sharply as； forgetful of the fact that he would render himself unsterile； the intern bent to retrieve the limb。 Embarrassed； he straightened up。
The circulating nurse moved in； collected the leg； and began to wrap it in gauze and paper。 Later； along with more packages containing other surgical specimens； it would be collected by a messenger and taken to Pathology。
〃Hold the stump clear of the table； please。〃 Lucy gestured to the intern； and he moved around her to ply。 The scrub nurse had a rasp ready； and Lucy took it； feeling for the rough edges of bone that the break had left and applying the rasp to them。 Again for the students she said； 〃Always remember to get the bone end clean； making sure that no little spikes stick out； because if they do； they're likely to overgrow and bee extremely painful。〃 Without looking up； she asked； 〃How are we doing for time？〃
The anesthetist answered； 〃It's been seventy minutes。〃
Lucy returned the rasp。 〃All right；〃 she said； 〃now we can begin to sew up。〃 With the end in sight she found herself thinking gratefully of the coffee which would be waiting in the surgeons' room down the hall。
Mike Seddons had； quite literally； sweated out the period while Vivian was undergoing surgery。 With the Loburtons…Vivian's parents had remained in Burlington and planned to stay on for the time being…he had gone to one of the small waiting rooms reserved for relatives of surgical patients。 Before that； in the early morning and with the hospital only just beginning to e awake； he had met them at the main doorway and taken them to visit Vivian in her hospital room。 But there had seemed little to say； and Vivian； already drowsy from sedation； appeared hardly aware that they were with her。 Then； a few minutes after they had e； she was wheeled away to the surgical floor。
Now； in the uneasy backwater of the sparsely furnished room with its unfortable leatherette chairs and varnished tables； the three of them had run out of even the most perfunctory conversation。 Henry Loburton； tall and heavily built； his thinning hair iron gray； his face creased and weathered from years spent in the open air； stood by a window； looking down at the street below。 Mike Seddons could predict that in a moment or two Vivian's father would turn from the window； go back to one of the leatherette chairs； then after a while get up and cross to the window again。 It was a sequence the older man had been following for more than an hour； a slow…fire nervousness that caused Seddons to wish desperately that he would vary it a little…either move more quickly or； once in a while； change the interval of time between the two positions。
In contrast； Vivian's mother had remained still…almost； it seemed； unmoving since they had e here。 She had chosen a straight…backed chair in preference to some of the others which appeared more fortable and held herself upright in a way that suggested a habit of conscious self…discipline。 As she had for some time now； Angela Loburton was looking directly ahead； her eyes； it seemed； on infinity； her hands crossed delicately in her lap。 Today her color was paler than usual； but the high cheekbones； which accented a natural dignity and poise； were as noticeable as ever。 At one and the same time she seemed a woman fragile but indestructible。
Since their first meeting a few days before Mike Seddons had wondered several times about Mrs。 Loburton。 Her emotion； her fears about Vivian； had been much less transparent than those of her husband； and yet； as the days went by； Seddons sensed that they were as deep； perhaps deeper。 He also suspected that； despite the apparent masculinity of Vivian's father； her mother possessed by far the stronger character of the two and that she was the rock on which； over the years of their marriage； her husband had e to depend。
Seddons found himself wondering how it would be between himself and Vivian in the time ahead。 Which of them would prove； in the end； more resolute and more enduring？ He knew that no two people were ever quite equal； either in strength of character or in leadership； or even in the capacity to love。 He knew； too； that difference in sex had little to do with it； that women were often stouter than men in mind and heart； and that apparent masculinity was sometimes a hollow pose designed to camouflage internal weakness。
Was Vivian stronger than himself； her character finer； her courage higher？ The question had e to him last night and had remained with him since。 He had gone to see her； knowing the decision had been made to amputate and aware that Vivian knew it too。 He had found her； not in tears； but smiling。 〃e in； Mike darling；〃 she had said； 〃and please don't look so glum。 Dr。 Grainger's told me； and I've done my crying； and it's over now…or at least it will be in the morning。〃
At the words he had felt his love for her deepen； and he had held her and kissed her passionately。 Afterward she had twisted his hair affectionately and； holding his head back； had looked directly into his eyes。
〃I'm going to have just one leg； Mike；〃 she had said； 〃for all the rest of my life。 I won't be the girl you met…not as you met me； and not as you know me now。 If you want out； I'll understand。〃
He had answered emphatically； 〃Don't talk like that！〃
〃Why？〃 she had said。 〃Are you a
