sk.petsematary-第14节

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　　There　was　what　happened　next　to　be　thought　of。　That　was　his　responsibility　too。　〃Go　out　and　find　them；〃　Louis　said。　〃Take　them　around　to　the　other　door。　I　want　them　handy；　but　I　don't　want　them　to　see　any　more　of　this　than　they　already　have。〃
　　Masterton；　looking　relieved　to　be　away　from　what　was　happening　in　here；　went　to　the　door　and　opened　it；　letting　in　a　babble　of　excited；　curious；　confused　conversation。　Louis　could　also　hear　the　warble　of　a　police　siren。　Campus　Security　was　here　then。　Louis　felt　a　kind　of　miserable　relief。
　　The　dying　man　was　making　a　gurgling　sound　in　his　throat。　He　tried　to　speak。　Louis　heard　syllables…phonetics；　at　least…　but　the　words　themselves　were　slurred　and　unclear。
　　Louis　leaned　over　him　and　said；　〃You're　going　to　be　all　right；　fella。〃　He　thought　of　Rachel　and　Ellie　as　he　said　it；　and　his　stomach　gave　a　great；　unlovely　lurch。　He　put　a　hand　over　his　mouth　and　stifled　a　burp。
　　〃Caaa；〃　the　young　man　said。　〃Gaaaaaa…〃
　　Louis　looked　around　and　saw　that　he　was　momentarily　alone　with　the　dying　man。　Dimly　he　could　hear　Joan　Charlton　yelling　at　the　candy…stripers　that　the　hard　stretcher　was　in　the　supply　closet　off　Room　Two。　Louis　doubted　if　they　knew　Room　Two　from　a　frog's　gonads；　it　was；　after　all；　their　first　day　on　the　job。　They　had　gotten　a　hell　of　an　introduction　to　the　world　of　medicine。　The　green　wall…to…wall　carpet　was　now　soaked　a　muddy　purple　in　an　expanding　circle　around　the　young　man's　ruined　head；　the　leakage　of　intercranial　fluid　had；　mercifully；　stopped。
　　〃In　the　Pet　Sematary；〃　the　young　man　croaked　。　。　。　and　he　began　to　grin。　This　grin　was　remarkably　like　the　mirthless　hysterical　grin　of　the　candy…striper　who　had　closed　the　drapes。
　　Louis　stared　down　at　him；　at　first　refusing　to　credit　what　he　had　heard。　Then　Louis　thought　he　must　have　had　an　auditory　hallucination。　He　made　some　more　of　those　phonetic　sounds　and　my　subconscious　made　them　into　something　coherent；　cross…patched　the　sounds　into　my　own　experience。　But　that　was　not　what　had　happened；　and　a　moment　later　he　was　forced　to　realize　it。　A　swooning；　mad　terror　struck　him　and　his　flesh　began　to　creep　avidly；　seeming　to　actually　move　up　and　down　his　arms　and　along　his　belly　in　waves。　。　。　but　even　then　he　simply　refused　to　believe　it　Yes；　the　syllables　had　been　on　the　bloody　lips　of　the　man　on　the　carpet　as　well　as　in　Louis's　ears；　but　that　only　meant　the　hallucination　had　been　visual　as　well　as　auditory。
　　'What　did　you　say？〃　he　whispered。
　　And　this　time；　as　clear　as　the　words　of　a　speaking　parrot　or　a　crow　whose　tongue　had　been　split；　the　words　were　unmistakable：　〃It's　not　the　real　cemetery。〃　The　eyes　were　vacant；　not…seeing；　rimmed　with　blood：　the　mouth　grinning　the　large　grin　of　a　dead　carp。
　　Horror　rolled　through　Louis；　gripping　his　warm　heart　in　its　cold　hands；　squeezing。　It　reduced　him；　made　him　less　and　less；　until　he　felt　like　taking　to　his　heels　and　running　from　this　bloody；　twisted；　speaking　head　on　the　floor　of　the　infirmary　waiting　room。　He　was　a　man　with　no　deep　religious　training；　no　bent　toward　the　superstitious　or　the　occult。　He　was　ill…prepared　for　this。　。　。　whatever　it　was。
　　Fighting　the　urge　to　run　with　everything　in　him；　be　forced　himself　to　lean　even　closer。　〃What　did　you　say？〃　he　asked　a　second　time
　　The　grin。　That　was　bad。
　　〃The　soil　of　a　man's　heart　is　stonier；　Louis；〃　the　dying　man　whispered。　〃A　man　grows　what　he　can　and　tends　it。〃
　　Louis。　he　thought；　hearing　nothing　with　his　conscious　mind　after　his　own　name。　Oh　my　God　he　called　me　by　my　name
　　〃Who　are　you？〃　Louis　asked　in　a　trembling；　papery　voice。　〃Who　are　you？〃
　　〃Injun　bring　my　fish〃
　　〃How　did　you　know　my…〃　〃Keep　clear；　us。　Know…〃　〃You…〃
　　〃Caa；〃　the　young　man　said；　and　now　Louis　fancied　he　could　smell　death　on　his　breath；　internal　injuries；　lost　rhythm；　failure；　rein。
　　〃What？〃　A　crazy　urge　came　to　shake　him。
　　〃Gaaaaaaaa…〃
　　The　young　man　in　the　red　gym　shorts　began　to　shudder　all　over。　Suddenly　he　seemed　to　freeze　with　every　muscle　locked。　His　eyes　lost　their　vacant　expression　momentarily　and　seemed　to　find　Louis's　eyes。　Then　everything　let　go　at　once。　There　was　a　bad　stink。　Louis　thought　he　would；　must　speak　again。　Then　the　eyes　resumed　their　vacant　expression。　。　。　and　began　to　glaze。　The　man　was　dead。
　　Louis　sat　back；　vaguely　aware　that　all　his　clothes　were　sticking　to　him；　he　was　drenched　with　sweat。　Darkness　bloomed；　spreading　a　wing　softly　over　his　eyes；　and　the　world　began　to　swing　sickeningly　sideways。　Recognizing　what　was　happening；　he　half…turned　from　the　dead　man；　thrust　his　head　down　between　his　knees；　and　pressed　the　nails　of　his　left　thumb　and　left　forefinger　into　his　gums　hard　enough　to　bring　blood。
　　After　a　moment　the　world　began　to　clear　again。
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　　Then　the　room　filled　up　with　people；　as　if　they　were　all　only　actors；　waiting　for　their　cue。　This　added　to　Louis's　feeling　of　unreality　and　disorientation…the　strength　of　these　feelings；　which　he　had　studied　in　psychology　classes　but　never　actually　experienced；　frightened　him　badly。　It　was；　he　supposed；　the　way　a　person　would　feel　shortly　after　someone　had　slipped　a　powerful　dose　of　LSD　into　his　drink。
　　Like　a　play　staged　only　for　my　benefit；　he　thought。　The　room　is　first　conveniently　cleared　so　the　dying　Sibyl　can　speak　a　few　lines　of　oblique　prophecy　to　me　and　me　alone；　and　as　soon　as　he's　dead；　everyone　es　back。
　　The　candy…stripers　bungled　in；　one　on　each　end　of　the　hard　stretcher；　the　one　they　used　for　people　with　spinal　or　neck　injuries。　Joan　Charlton　followed　them；　saying　that　the　campus　police　were　on　their　way。　The　young　man　had　been　struck　by　a　car　while　jogging。　Louis　thought　of　the　joggers　who　had　run　in　front　of　his　car　that　morning　and　his　guts　rolled。
　　Behind　Charlton　came　Steve　Masterton　with　two　Campus　Security　cops。　〃Louis；　the　people　who　brought　Pascow　in　are　。　。　。〃　He　broke　off　and　said　sharply；　〃Louis；　are　you　all　right？〃
　　〃I'm　okay；〃　he　said　and　got　up。　Faintness　washed　over　him　again　and　then　withdrew。　He　groped。　〃Pascow　is　his　name？〃
　　One　of　the　campus　cops　said；　〃Victor　Pascow；　according　to　the　girl　he　was　jogging　with。〃
　　Louis　glanced　at　his　watch　and　subtracted　two　minutes。　From　the　room　where　Masterton　had　sequestered　the　people　who　had　brought　Pascow　in；　he　could　hear　a　girl　sobbing　wildly。　Wele　back　to　school；　little　lady；　he　thought。　Have　a　nice　semester。　〃Mr。　Pascow　died　at　10：09　A。M。；〃　he　said。
　　One　of　the　cops　wiped　the　back　of　his　hand　across　his　mouth。　Masterton　said　again；　〃Louis；　are　you　really　okay？　You　look　terrible。〃
　　Louis　opened　his　mouth　to　answer；　and　one　of　the　candy　stripers　abruptly　dropped　her　end　of　the　hard　stretcher　and　ran　out；　vomiting　down　the　front　of　her　pinafore。　A　phone　began　to　ring。　The　girl　who　had　been　sobbing　now　began　to　scream　the　dead　man's　name…〃Vic！　Vic！　Vic！〃…over　and　over。　Bedlam。　Confusion。　One　of　the　cops　was　asking　Charlton　if　they　could　have　a　blanket　to　cover　him　up；　and　Chariton　was　saying　she　didn't　know　if　she　had　the　authority　to　requisition　one；　and　Louis　found　himself　thinking　of　a　line　from　Maurice　Sendak：　〃Let　the　wild　rumpus　start！〃
　　Those　rotten　giggles　rose　in　his　throat　again；　and　somehow　he　managed　to　bottle　them　up。　Had　this　Pascow　really　said　the　words　Pet　Sematary？　Had　this　Pascow　really　spoken　his　name？　Those　were　the　things　that　were　knocking　him　off　kilter；　the　things　that　had　sent　him　wobbling　out　of　orbit。　But　already　his　mind　seemed　to　be　wrapping　those　few　moments　in　a　protective　film…sculpting；　changing；　disconnecting。　Surely　he　had　said　something　else　（if　he　had　indeed　spoken　at　all）；　and　in　the　shock　and　unhappy　passion　of　the　moment；　Louis　had　misinterpreted　it。　More　likely；　Pascow　had　only　mouthed　sounds；　as　he　had　at　first　thought。
　　Louis　groped　for　himself；　for　that　part　of　himself　that　had　caused　the　administration　to　give　him　this　job　over　the　other　fifty…three　applicants　for　the　position。　There　was　no　one　in　mand　here；　no　forward　motion；　the　room　was　full　of　milling　people。
　　〃Steve；　go　give　that　girl　a　trank；〃　he　said；　and　just　saying　the　words　made　him　feel　better。　It　was　as　if　he　were　in　a　rocketship　under　power　now；　puffing　away　from　a　tiny　moonlet。　Said　moon…let　being；　of　course；　that　irrational　moment　when　Pascow　had　spoken。　Louis　had　been　hired　to　take　charge；　he　was　going　to　do　it。
　　〃Joan。　Give　the　cop　a　blanket。〃
　　〃Doctor；　we　haven't　inventoried…〃
　　〃Give　it　to　him　anyway。　Then　check　on　that　candy…striper。〃　He　looked　at　the　other　girl；　who　still　held　her　end　of　the　hard　stretcher。　She　was　staring　at　Pascow's　remains　with　a　kind　of　hypnotized　fascination。　〃Candy…striper！〃　Louis　said　harshly；　and　her　eyes　jerked　away　from　the　body。
　　〃W…W…Wh…〃
　　〃What's　the　other　girl's　name？〃
　　〃W…Who？〃
　　〃The　one　who　puked；〃　he　said　with　deliberate　harshness。
　　〃Juh…Juh…Judy。　Judy　DeLessio。〃
　　〃Your　name？〃
　　〃Carla。〃　Now　the　girl　sounded　a　little　more　steady。
　　〃Carla；　you　go　check　on　Judy。　And　get　that　blanket。　You'll　find　a　pile　of　them　in　the　little　utility　closet　off　Examining　Room　One。　Go；　all　of　you。　Let's　look　a　little　professional　here。〃
　　They　got　moving。　Very　shortly　the　screaming　in　the　other　room　quieted。　The　phone；　whic