||Baker Sipapu 37 "I try to heal people the very best I can, and they tell me I'm a good doctor. If I get uppish about my success, and I believe my own publicity, some way pull the rug out from under me and bounce me back where I belong!" "On one condition," Joanna laughed, "that you will do the same for me." "Oh, glad to--more than happy to!" As they both laughed, Joanna picked up the paychecks and left the room. Toward the middle of January, Dr. Clark went back into Bob's leg again. It was draining, but was not healing, and Bob's mental condition was worse if anything. The drainage improved, but Bob was not sleeping except under medication, and the lines of grief and anguish were chiseled deeply into his cheeks and around his mouth. Another 'month dragged along, and Joanna in desperation, suggested they move him into the VIP suite. Bob's insurance was still covering, and Dr. Clark finally agreed. The best time to move him would be after the hospital had settled down for the night. Bob was surprised when Joanna came late in the evening and moved his bed out into the hall, down through the foyer and into the new addition of the hospital, down the long hall and into the end room. It was much larger than the room he had come from, was, in fact, the same size as the four-bed wards on that wing. "You had better enjoy this room," Joanna told him.