Where the Sun Sets  
  
                                       Chapter 14
 
     The walk back to the hospital had refreshed him.  He stopped for a moment

outside the hospital and looked up into the sky, closing his eyes to fully enjoy the
 
sun upon his face.  A cloud cast a shadow on his closed eyes and he opened them

abruptly.  There was a chill to the air all of a sudden.  He inhaled deeply as he

entered the building through the "Staff only Doors' and helped himself to a white

jacket, carelessly lying on the top of a basket of dirty uniforms.  He entered the

staircase and headed to the kitchen for a bite to eat.  It was just before lunch

time.  Not a soul stopped him.  No one even seemed to notice he was there.  Perhaps
 
it was the jacket.  He smiled to himself.  He was feeling daring.  He walked through

the kitchen and out to the cafeteria. Grabbing a newspaper and an apple, he sat

himself down in the center of the room.  To be honest, there really weren't that many
 
people in the cafeteria.  But those that were there hardly noticed his presence.  He
 
enjoyed his invisibility as he read the paper. 

     Twenty minutes later he felt he should get on with his business.  He stood to
 
leave, returning the newspaper to where he had found it.  He exited the cafeteria

through the main doors and headed for the elevators.  Passing the receptionists desk
 
he noticed a bouquet of flowers awaiting delivery. 

     "Where are these heading?" 

     "Second floor, Frankel, room 223." 

     "I'll run them up for you, I have to go that way anyhow." 

     "Whatever."  He grabbed up the flowers and once again headed for the elevators. 

The card from the bouquet fell to the floor unnoticed. 

     Antonia was barely awake.  She felt awkward and stiff.  She did not have the
 
strength to open her eyes, so she didn't try.  She felt far away, separated from

herself due to the medication.  But she had pain, so the medication must have missed
 
its target.  Instinctually she knew the baby was gone.  Not just dead, but removed. 

Her shoulder burned inside, near the center and her thigh ached with a pulsating

throb.  The only wound that did not hurt was the one she was lying on, the shot to

her back.  She tried to locate it in her mind.  Her back did not seem to exist at the
 
moment. "Perhaps an epidermal', she thought to herself.  She was pretty certain there
 
were four shots, four bullets that had entered her body. 

     


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