The Host Chapter 54
CHAPTER 54 Forgotten Elizabeth?” I asked. “Anne? Karen? What's your name? C'mon. I know you know it.” The Healer's body was still limp on the cot. It had been a long time–how long, I wasn't sure. Hours and hours. I hadn't slept yet, though the sun was far up in the sky. Doc had climbed out onto the mountain to pull the tarps away, and the sun beamed brightly through the holes in the ceiling, hot on my skin. I'd moved the nameless woman so that her face would be out of the glare. I touched her face now lightly, patting the soft brown hair, woven through with white strands, away from her face. “Julie? Brittany? Angela? Patricia? Am I getting close? Talk to me. Please?” Everyone but Doc–snoring quietly on a cot in the darkest corner of the hospital–had gone away hours ago. Some to bury the host body we'd lost. I cringed, thinking of his bewildered question, and the sudden way his face had gone slack. Why? he'd asked me. I so much wished that the soul had waited for…
