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off and hitting the floor, like several of the people around her, but she just stared, and now she was
staring down the barrel of more than one pistol, and how many people could saythat in life, that not only
did they have one gun pointed at them, they had several, it was just tooтАФ

The one nearest her tripped on the newly mopped floor, knocking over the bright yellow CAUTION
sign. He hit hard, too hard; she heard the wet snap as his neck broke.
 She heard a muffled explosion from her left and flinched, but the pistol had misfired and the barrel
imploded; the would-be gunman was screaming through a faceful of blood, screaming and staggering
around and dripping. He'd lost all interest in her, and she could actually hear his blood pattering to the
floor, which now needed to be mopped again.

The clip fell out of the third one's gun, something Sara had never seen beforeтАФa day for firsts! She
didn't realize clipscould fall out of guns, just slide out and clunk to the floor without anyone touching it,
but this one had, and the robed man had taken to his heels, and then the lobby tipped crazily, as someone
kicked her feet out from under her.

"Cross of Christ," Dr. Cummings grumped. He was lying on the floor beside her, and she realized he
was the one who had knocked her down. His white beard, hair, and eyebrows were their usual chaotic
mess; the eyebrows in particular resembled a pair of large, struggling, albino caterpillars. He looked like a
pissed-off Colonel Sanders. "Leave the hospital for fifteen minutes, and the whole damned place falls
apart. Last time I ever try to get coffee before rounds."

"Sorry I'm late," she said to the tile.

"Do you know why they're trying to kill you?"

"I have no idea. TheyтАФthey knew my name." She realized she was existing in a ball of shock-induced
calm. Well, that was all right. It was better than the screaming meemies. "But they're not having much
luck, is the thing, and lucky for me."

She heard a terrific explosion, magnified in the lobby, and then heard it again, and saw the last two men
fall, and saw the policeman standing by the Information Desk, gun out, very pale.

"Lucky for you," Dr. Cummings said, "there was a cop here."

"Uh-huh."

"Really lucky," he said, giving her a strange look.

"I'm going to go throw up now, I think."

"No you aren't. We're late for rounds." He seized her by the elbowтАФfor a man in his late fifties, he was
as strong as a PCP addictтАФand hauled her to her feet, then pushed her into the elevator. "You can puke
later."

"I'll make a note of it in my Palm Pilot," she said, but already the urge was passing. Damn Dr.
Cummings! Or bless him. She could never decide which.