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Show 125, he came back and sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of Stephanie, "The papers are on my desk. Just gather it all up and give it to Garth tomorrow morning. Tell him what happened. Tell him I'm sorry." "JD!" "It's okay. I don'tcare about it. Right now I can't even think." He hated to see Stephanie look so forlorn. God, she took on the troubles of the world sometimes. "Don't worry," he added softly. "What's a scholarship? Chic may never see again!" His voice broke. The girls didn't stay too long after that. JD had to admit he was as glad to see them leave as he was to see them come. After all, there wasn't anything to talk about, really. Late Monday afternoon Chic was still sleeping off the anesthetic after the ligament surgery. Already JD, holding vigil in the hospital waiting room, felt like he'd become a fulltime visitor. "I've never seen anything like it!" he overheard one nurse say to another, shaking her head to emphasize her bafflement. JD had slept four or five hours at home, managed a shower and two meals since the accident Saturday night, and otherwise stubbornly stood by to say those first words to Chic. All day he'd hoped they'd call him down the hall. In the meantime he'd gone over and over what he'd say, wondering how he could put it all in a two-minute visit. He glanced at the clock. Four P.M. End of visiting hours. JD felt hot tears flood his eyes. "Damn," he said under his breath, cursing the entire inhuman hospital machine. "Is Dr. Burke here?" he stalked to the desk, suddenly aggressive. "I've got to talk to him . . . or see Chic or something!" "Of course." The name plate read Judy and she at least looked more approachable than the night nurse. "Let me see what I can find out." A few minutes later Dr. Burke himself came into the room and shook hands with JD. "Sorry, it's been an uphill pull with Chic," he said. "We just can't let visitors in yet. He knows you're here, if that helps. In |