<strong>The</strong> <strong>Amistad</strong> – <strong>Spring</strong> <strong>2007</strong>FICTION“No… it’s not my baby… I found him. His mother tried to throw him out and…Look, just please let him see adoctor right now. His breathing is getting worse.”“Ma’am, I can’t send you or that baby anywhere until I get all your insurance information and paper work in thecompu-”“Damn the computer!” Kaz screamed out loud. She felt several eyes move in her direction. She closed her eyes,wiped her forehead with a shaky hand and attempted to regain composure. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Look,what information do you need and how long do you think it will be before the baby will get treated?” <strong>The</strong>woman leaned up close to the edge of her desk and said “Ms.? You see all these people sitting here withemergencies? You gonna have to wait honey. Now I can’t tell you how long it’s gonna be but I promise youthe baby will get seen. So just take this clipboard and take a seat and fill out these papers, ok?” Kaz looked ather and sighed with defeat.She took her seat and stroked the faintly crying baby’s forehead with her thumb. She propped theclipboard to her side and began writing with as much memory as she could muster since all recollections of heridentity had been lost in the alley. She thought about the child’s mother, wishing she knew more about her:where she came from, what school she’d gone to, what type of parents she had. As she sat there with him in herlap, all thoughts of her job and goals seemed to drain out of her mind. While staring into the face of the boy,she’d come to the conclusion that the child had been the most human thing she had come across in a long time.Curled up in her lap, his tiny little features had spoken to her senses and emotions more than anything else everhad.She turned in the clipboard and the doctor called her back soon after. She rose to her feet half excitedand half apprehensive. As she approached the doctor, she barely got a word out before he said “Ok, ma’am youcan hand me the baby.” She at first hesitated. She realized the child didn’t have a name. She took a quick finalglance at the child and handed over the baby saying, “His name is, umm… Pace. Can I come back there withhim?” she pleaded desperately, stepping closer to the door.“I’m sorry ma’am; I can’t let anyone come back who isn’t a legal guardian.”“But he has no family…What’s going to happen to him?”“He looks like he’s going to be ok, so you don’t have to worry. Your job is finished. He’s under our carenow.”“No, I mean, is he going to be taken care of. Is someone going to find him a family? Can I keep in contact withhim?” <strong>The</strong> questions seemed to pour out from every direction as the doctor stared coldly back at her.“I’m sorry Miss,” he said as the door closed shut in her face. She stood for a moment frozen with pain anddesperation. In that moment, the most real thing she had ever known was sucked away into the abyss of thehospital. She felt her whole body go numb as she stood staring at the black door, streams of tears flowingbitterly. Left with no other choice, she backed away from the door and stared down at the floor. She took a seatin the waiting area and contemplated what to do next.-- 46 --
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Amistad</strong> – <strong>Spring</strong> <strong>2007</strong>FICTIONJust then she looked over at the television and learned that the Tulsen House had been destroyed. Shestared at the screen blankly as she felt every remaining ounce of energy drain from her body. It was as if hermind had gone totally blank and she was in a sort of mental limbo. Her whole body began to twitch nervouslyand she couldn’t sit still. Her body kept whispering for her to “move” but it was as if she were semi-paralyzed.Ten minutes past before she sprung out of her seat, determined to see her Pace. She approached the front deskand demanded to be taken to the baby. After a few moments of screaming at the receptionist, she was takenback to the child. <strong>The</strong> eyes that darted toward her like bullets didn’t seem to catch up to her speed. She ran likea madwoman.As she approached the glass case that held her rare, precious finding, her eyes glazed over with anuncanny brightness and her lips parted in amazement. She touched the glass in the same manner a spectatorwould in an art gallery. She stared at him with all the joy she could muster. After a while she also noticed thereflection of her face in the glass. She felt she was somehow in the incubator with him and breathed along withhis rhythm.-- 47 --