--In another part of the hospital, the Security Suite, Angela sat in a swivel chair staring at avideo monitor. W<strong>is</strong>hing she were heavily medicated.She watched as the black-and-white tape from the security earn showed her twin s<strong>is</strong>terstepping up on the rim of the roof. Looking around.Throwing the patient's bracelet. Gazing out into the night. Shaking her head. Glancing overher shoulder. Stepping off the edge - quite deliberately. Pitching forward. Tumbling. Gone.<strong>The</strong> breath Angela had been holding forced itself out as she blurted, "Oh!"A shudder went through her as a hand, intended to be comforting, settled on Angela'sshoulder.Xavier said, "Hey, Angie? Talk to Foreman - he'll tell you to take a few days off. ...Hell, afew weeks..."Angela shook her head and brushed the hand off.<strong>The</strong>n she turned - and saw that Xavier was on the other side of the room with two securityguards. He'd spoken to her from there. So whose hand had been on her shoulder?--<strong>Constantine</strong>'s death was a black splotch in a glowing white box, like a spider waiting in itswebby den.<strong>The</strong> light boxes illuminated h<strong>is</strong> chest X-rays with a ghostly objectivity, and a dark mass spreadin both lungs. <strong>Constantine</strong> stared at it, and thought it was in the shape of a rune he could almostremember.It occurred to him, not for the first time, that he might be the victim of a psychic attack. Oneof h<strong>is</strong> old enemies might've cursed him with th<strong>is</strong> sickness. It could be an even more direct attackthan that: an assassin spirit hidden away in h<strong>is</strong> flesh. He protected himself, yes, but spells andblessed amulets were like computer firewalls. <strong>The</strong>re was always a way to "hack" them.But he'd sense it, if it were an attack. He'd know.And he felt nothing like that. All those years of smoking was explanation enough."I w<strong>is</strong>h I had something more encouraging to show you, John," Dr. Archer was saying. Shewas a no nonsense woman in a white coat, a longtime acquaintance of <strong>Constantine</strong>.'Things I've beaten," <strong>Constantine</strong> said, slowly, looking at the X rays, "things most people havenever heard of. And now I'm going to be done in by th<strong>is</strong>?"''You wouldn't be the first, John.""Come on. You saved me before. You can do it again, right?""Th<strong>is</strong> <strong>is</strong>... aggressive."Meaning it was just too late. <strong>Constantine</strong> sighed."<strong>Not</strong> that simple, huh?"Aggressive. Interesting term to use, considering <strong>Constantine</strong>'s life.Maybe related to why, <strong>Constantine</strong> mused, h<strong>is</strong> own magic could not save him. He kepthimself walking around by drawing life energy from on high - but that would carry him only sofar. To really destroy the cancer would take a miracle - and he was not on the right side of theLord's ledger, the side that gets the occasional miracle.He had thought to feel a kind of barrier, when he'd tried healing himself through magic. Buthe'd thought the obstacle might be psychological - the sorcerer's psychology was a constantproblem in magical workings. You had to have your mind in prec<strong>is</strong>ely the right state to makemagic. And he had been in a self-destructive mood for a long time. Too many people had diedaround him. He thought of that lean, pockmarked ghost on the street. He'd failed him. And allthe others who'd died. Feeling like a failure made him depressed - and that left him with h<strong>is</strong>guard down. Vulnerable.But maybe it wasn't that. Maybe the dark powers couldn't attack him directly - but they could
lock the spirits who healed, once he got sick.And he had every reason to believe Hell wanted him dead. Hell hungered for John<strong>Constantine</strong>. It owed him an eternity of torment for frustrating so many of its plans....He stared at the dark mass in h<strong>is</strong> lungs, until Archer switched the light off. <strong>The</strong>n the d<strong>is</strong>easedlungs van<strong>is</strong>hed. He just sat there, on the edge of the exam table, staring into space."Twenty years ago you didn't want to be here, <strong>Constantine</strong>," Dr. Archer said, smiling sadly."Now you don't want to leave. You should have l<strong>is</strong>tened to me."<strong>Constantine</strong> lit a Lucky Strike. If Archer was going to needle him...Archer snorted, glaring at the cigarette. "That's a good idea."A long vengeful drag of smoke. It felt good - and it spurred him to an ugly wet fit ofcoughing.He found the Vicks bottle in h<strong>is</strong> coat pocket, swigged right from it, twice. <strong>The</strong> coughingeased. He took one more drag, blew a plume of smoke at the ceiling, and stubbed out thecigarette on a stainless steel instrument tray.Archer waved the smoke away, coughing herself."John - you need to prepare. Make arrangements."<strong>Constantine</strong> managed a dreary chuckle as he got up and headed for the door. "No need. Iknow exactly where I'm going."--Angela strode through the hallway, looking for the elevator. She just wanted out of thehospital - if she could only find the way. She'd been here many times, but now it all seemedstrange to her. <strong>The</strong> fluorescent lights overhead buzzed-they seemed so horribly loud. One ofthem flickered, in a kind of semaphore. A steel table on wheels, covered with a white cloth,waited beside an operating room door. She had a feeling if she looked under the white clothsomething terrible would be there.Ridiculous.Where were the goddamn elevators? She couldn't get oriented. She forced herself to stop andtake a slow breath.She remembered when her mother had died she'd felt nothing at first, or so she thought, but forweeks afterward she was clumsy, forever dropping things. Forgetful, d<strong>is</strong>tracted. At last she hadrealized that she'd been caught up in high emotion all along and that trying to stop it hadoverwhelmed her, so that she couldn't live an ordinary life until she faced her grief.It was happening again - lost in the hospital because...Isabel was dead. She was really gone. She'd heard the coroner say, It was the glass that did it,really. It cut her throat. She bled to death in the pool.Angela shuddered. God, but she wanted out of th<strong>is</strong> place.An elevator door chimed, and Angela dashed around the comer, looking for it. <strong>The</strong>re it was -a man was stepping into the elevator, a pale man with a rumpled black coat, two days' growth ofbeard, a haggard, inward expression.'Wait!" she shouted. "Hold the door!"She was a few steps away. He just stared at her, blinking. Put h<strong>is</strong> hand to h<strong>is</strong> mouth tosmother a cough."You going down?" she asked, almost there."<strong>Not</strong> if I can help it," he said, as the doors closed in her face.--<strong>The</strong>re was a drunk transsexual on Hollywood Boulevard that bright afternoon; and there wereseven laughing Japanese tour<strong>is</strong>ts, a busload of German tour<strong>is</strong>ts getting out to take photos of thestars in the sidewalk, two punk rocker girls begging with their flea-bitten dog, a man jugglingtied-off condoms filled with water, a young black man freestyling rap, teenagers from a youth
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