Karl laid in restraints in his hospital room. His Redskins helmet sat on the vinyl chair with his rubber gloves neatly folded next to him. His eyes were closed and a bandage stuffed with gauze wrapped around his neck. The TV was fixed on CNN and the coverage was all about the People of God's Kingdom, although now it was being referred to as 'Massacre at God's Kingdom.' Ironically, the post-traumatic stress-debriefing guy was going on about the same shit he spouted about at the ROTC fire.
I whispered Karl's name to see if he was aware of my presence and got nothing. I put my hand lightly on his wrist being careful to avoid the IV tubing taped there. I whispered again while I slightly tightened my grip. Nothing.
"Kid, he's out of it. They got him on Haldol," Rudy said. He sweated and he had deep pit stains under his arms. He always did. He also had his customary stains down the front of his shirt made up largely of the menu of his last meal.
"Haldol? That's pretty heavy duty in the tranquilizer family, isn't it?" I said.
"Yeah, from what I heard it was warranted."
"Why?"
"He wouldn't let anyone touch him; he was flailing around so bad. He was mostly incoherent and getting dangerous."
"Dangerous?"
"He was throwing karate kicks and what not. The first orderly that came near him wound up in some sort of hold and got a broken wrist."
"Score one for the underdog,"
"Yeah, except this was an innocent orderly making about eight bucks an hour trying to help a guy with a slit throat."
"Probably not in Karl's perception."
"True, 'Course Karl believed he was with the government and wanted to check on the chip that was already implanted in his brain."
"Yeah, he talks a lot about that shit."
"He keeps up with current events, though. I'll give him that." Rudy took a second to wipe the sweat from his forehead with his tie. From the looks of the tie I could tell it wasn't the first time.
"Current events?"
"Yeah, he talked about this shit," Rudy said and pointed to the TV and the CNN coverage.
"Really, how so?"
"He knew it was coming, the CIA, same story as Waco…that kind of shit."
I didn't say anything. I just thought about things for a second. The room got quiet except for one of Karl's monitors and they beeped continually at three-second intervals.
"Hey, kid, you all right?"
"Huh?"
"You're swaying back and forth."
"Just tired."
"What do they have Karl on that makes him so out of it anyway?"
Rudy just looked at me. His face lost expression and he walked over to me.
"What?"
He took out that little pen thing with the light on it and shined it in my eyes until I pulled away. I hate that thing.
"You get knocked out recently?"
"What?"
"Don't bullshit me, kid. When did it happen?"
"When did what happen?"
"Fuck you Duffy. When did it happen?"
"I took one last night over at Ravenwood. Got me on the point of the chin-nothing really, just one of those shots."
"Uh-huh. And at Ravenwood-why were you at Ravenwood and not at the