Outside In Part 2
"Heaved?"
"An explosion happened in the power plant and we stood directly above it," he said.
"Does anyone know what set it off?"
"No. That's for another week." He straightened his shirt and smoothed his black hair. Since the rebellion, Riley had let it grow. It smelled of shampoo. "Right now attending to the wounded and finding missing people is the main concern."
"Have you slept?"
He nodded to the couch. "I arrived just after you went to bed. I didn't want to wake you, so I showered and slept here. I've been helping Doctor Lamont."
Which reminded me. I stepped away from him, glancing around, but Lamont had left. "I shoulda"
Riley stared at me in horror. Not my face, but my clothes. Dried blood stained almost all the white fabric, which had stiffened.
"Relax, it's not mine."
He pointed to a wet patch on my forearm. "And that?"
"Just a cut. I need to shower anda""
Unwinding the tattered bandage, he exposed the gash. I hissed in pain when he touched it.
"Come on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me from the apartment.
Patients recovering from their injuries lay on the floor in Lamont's office and in the exam room. Only a thin walkway remained free. At the examination table, Lamont finished with a young girl. The girl's mother, who hovered nearby, swept the girl into her arms and carried her out.
"Since you refused to get some rest, you might as well do Trella next," Riley said to Lamont.
He had been more forgiving of her betrayal. Which didn't make sense to me. His mother had been recycled when he was little because of her. Well, not directly. But with Lamont spying for the Pop Cops, the Force of Ten had failed. The consequences had been high. My fathera"if Karla Trava had been telling the truth about mea"Riley's mother and two others had been recycled.
Lamont claimed she had spied to protect her daughter, Sadie, which would be me if Karla's word could be trusted. Except Karla said she recycled Sadie along with Lamont's husband afterward. The lesson that should have been learneda"don't trust Karla or her word.
Yet when the rebels were on the verge of winning, Karla told Lamont her daughter had really been living in the lower levels as a scrub. Once again Karla threatened to harm Sadie unless Lamont helped Karla stop the rebellion.
How could such an intelligent woman fall for the same trick twice? When Karla had pointed to me as the long lost Sadie, Lamont had refused to believe her. It had been too coincidental. And I agreed.
"Sit up on the table," Lamont said to me.
I stared at her. Deep lines of exhaustion etched her pale face. She moved as if she'd shatter at any harsh sound.
"You're in no condition. Go to bed before you do more harm than good." I snapped my mouth shut before I said "again." As a doctor, she might be one of the best, but as a decent, reliable person, she failed.
"But your arma""
"I can do it."
"One handed?"
"Riley will help. We'll keep an eye on everyone for you. If there's an emergency, we'll wake you." I gave Riley a significant look.
Understanding my hint, he released my hand and led Lamont back to her bedroom.
I sorted supplies. Since the majority of the injuries from the accident had been cuts, we were low on sutures. I would need to restock them.
"Why did she listen to you and not me?" Riley asked when he returned.
I shrugged. "She thinks I'd be a good doctor."
"Like her?"
"Don't start." I almost growled at him.
He kept pestering me to test my blood. I couldn't make him understand that the result wouldn't change my opinion of her.
"We're running out of supplies. Has anyone opened all the crates found in the Expanse?" I asked.
"Not yet."
"Somebody should go through the crates and inventory them."
"Good idea, you should bring it up at the next Committee meeting. Oh, wait." He smacked his head as if remembering something. "Since it's a good idea, it will be promptly ignored."
"They have a ton of decisions to make. Just give them time to sort everything out."
"You're defending them?" Riley cupped my cheek. "Are you feeling ill? Headache? Fever?"
I swatted his hand away. "I'm serious."
"And this change in opinion is due toa"
"I realized they have a tough job and I shouldn't be so critical. Especially since I'm no longer a part of the Committee."
He gaped at me. "What did you just say?"
"I resigned. They don't need me. I'm going to explore, and now I'll have time to go through those crates."
"I think that's a bad idea."
"What? Inventorying the crates or exploring?"
"Resigning."
"Why? I'll have more time foraSheepy. I'm sure he misses me."
"Sheepy can wait. You're the voice of reason. You've seen both sides."
"They don't listen to me. I'm too young."
"You led the rebellion."
"And almost all the people who were involved are on the Committeea"Domotor, Hana, Takia, Breana, Jacy and your father. If you really think about it, I started it, but Jacy, Anne-Jade, Logan and the rest finished the rebellion. This is the same thing. The Committee has it covered. I'm just in the way."
Riley tried to argue, but I didn't want to dwell on how useless I was in those meetings. I handed him the antiseptic and pointed to the gash on my arm. He grumbled, but helped to clean and then suture the cut. Although a bit awkward, he didn't balk when it was time to pierce my skin with the needle. That part tended to unnerve potential interns. I shouldn't be surprised. He had a.s.sisted Lamont with surgery in our storeroom when a Pop Cop had knifed me. Maybe he should be the one to train with Lamont.
When he finished tying the last st.i.tch, I examined his handiwork. Yet another scar on my arm. Between Vinco's knife and my various injuries, I resembled one of those striped tigers listed in the computer files. A wild animal we had left behind. Why we left, I'd no idea, but I was sure Logan's efforts to find the original files for Inside would be successful. Then we would know everything.
After Riley and I finished checking on all the patients, I showered and changed into clean clothes. Since I no longer traveled through the air ducts and pipes, I wore the comfortable light green V-neck shirt and pants Lamont and the other caretakers wore. Yes, I realized the irony, but since I was only 1.6 meters tall, only a few uniform types fit mea"unless I wanted to wear the student jumpers. And I wasn't about to go around Inside wearing my air scrubbing uniform or the surgery whitesa"a special white fabric worn during an operation that allowed the blood stains and other fluids to be easily bleached clean.
After my shower, I returned to the infirmary and organized the mess left by the Big Shake. Riley went to search for his father. Their rooms were located in Sector E4, cattycornered to the power plant, but he wasn't too worried.
"He didn't come to the infirmary on level four," Riley had said. "I doubt he's hurt, but I want to make sure."
As I worked, people stopped by to look for loved ones and to visit the injured. Everyone seemed dazed, and I wondered how long it would take them to recover.
Hana Mineko arrived to record the names of the injured. She carried a portable computera"one of Logan's new devices. Not only a member of the Force of Sheep, she had also been involved with Domotor's first effort to regain control of Inside from the Trava family. Now she was a member of the Committee.
Her black curly hair, usually fixed in an intricate knot, hung in messy clumps. Dirt smudged her cheek and scratches marked her pet.i.te nose.
When she finished, I asked her how bad it was.
Pressing a few b.u.t.tons on her computer, she said, "So far, I've listed five hundred and threea" Hana glanced at my forehead. "Make that five hundred and four injured and sixty-six to be recycled."
My heart lurched and I put a hand to my chest. "That many are going to Chomper? Are you sure? The blast wasn't that strong."
"The number is unfortunately accurate and bound to in crease slightly. It could have been worse," Hana said. "The explosion happened between levels four and three. The hardest hit areas were Sectors F3 and F4, which houses apartments for the uppers. If the blast had been in the lower two levels, the scrub barracks in Sectors F2 and F1 would have been in the line of fire, and thousands would now be waiting for Chomper." She swept a hand, gesturing to the far wall of the infirmary. "Another piece of luck, the energy went south. If it had gone west, this place would have been torn to bits. You and Doctor Lamont would be waiting for Chomper. And if it had blown to the east or northa"
Horrified, I stared at her. "Was it strong enough?"
"To punch a hole to Outside?"
A disaster that would cause the end of our world. "Yes."
"We don't know yet. Maintenance is looking into it."
At the start of week 147,020, another announcement played. It had been thirty hours since the accidenta"looking at how much we've done in the meantime, thirty hours seemed an impossibly short time. The mechanical voicea"which I had been correct in a.s.suming was the computer's automatic safety systema"informed us maintenance had bypa.s.sed the damaged sections of the power plant and operations have resumed. Once again electricity and heat were being generated and we would be up to full capacity in a matter of hours.
A new voice, sounding like Hana, requested helpers to a.s.sist with cleanup in Sector B4. One of the water storage tanks had ruptured. I imagined rust growing on the walls and floor of B4, spreading like a disease.
During the week, the infirmary emptied as people healed. About mid-week, I finally had a few hours to myself. I decided to inspect the damaged areas, starting with Sector F3.
In the back of my mind, I knew the force of the blast had been significant. But to see a huge jagged hole, crinkled metal and scorch marks was a whole other experience. A number of apartments had been destroyed. Wires hung to the floor and water dripped and pooled. The ceiling had been peeled back, exposing the Gap between levels three and four.
Using the buckled metal wall, I climbed up into the Gap. At this location, I could stand, but normally I would have to crouch in the one and a half meter s.p.a.ce. The damage to level four resembled level three, except the floor had been ripped apart instead of the ceiling. The water pipes and air conduits that criss-crossed this s.p.a.ce looked like broken toys.
Climbing higher, I found Logan in the plant's main Control Room on level four. He pounded on a keyboard, muttering and cursing to himself. A white bandage covered his left temple and eyebrow. Dark purple and red bruises colored his left cheek.
"How bad is it?" I asked him.
He jerked. "Where the h.e.l.l did you come from?"
It took me a moment to respond. Riley had said Logan looked better than me, but I'd slept since the explosion. Logan's haggard oval face and bloodshot eyes told me it had been a long time since he'd rested.
"Where else would I come from? Outer s.p.a.ce?"
He grunted and his focus returned to the computer screen.
"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern. However you look like Chomper's been chewing on you. When's the last time you've eaten?"
"No idea. What time is it now?" Logan cursed and slammed his fist down.
I pulled his chair away from the console.
"Hey!" He braced his feet, trying to scoot back.
"No." I swiveled him to face me. Nose to nose, I gave him my best scowl. "You need food and sleep."
"Buta""
"Inside has power and heat."
"Buta""
"Whatever you're working on will still be there when you return."
"Buta""
"You can't think straight without rest."
He clutched the chair arms as if I had threatened to pick him up and carry him to the cafeteria. No need. I would roll his chair if I had to.
His words rushed out in a panicked burst. "But this is important!"
I straightened and crossed my arms. Keeping a stern expression, I said, "This had better be good."
Logan's wild gaze flicked to the door and back to me. "Promise to say nothing?"
"I can't."
"For now. Just for now. Until I confirm it."
"Logan, you're starting to worry me."
"Promise to keep quiet for now?"
"Okay, okay. Now spill."
Once again he checked the door. He pointed to the top b.u.t.ton on his shirt. "Is your microphone off?"