“Ow!” He glared at her. “That hurt!”
She shook her head defiantly, and glared right back. “Good,” she said. They both blinked, and she surveyed his face. When she seemed satisfied, she turned away and left him.
Garner watched her go, then coming back to himself, felt his legs go suddenly weak.
“What the hell?” he murmured. He turned to look at the group around the fallen man. He was shaking. And then he remembered—that sense of reaching out—of squeezing. A sense of horror rose inside him. It included confusion and disgust at the realization of what he had apparently done, andamazement at the idea of what he coulddo.
Feeling the room begin to spin slowly around him, Garner sought refuge in the washroom. When he had swallowed another pill, he leaned over the sink, head hanging down, trying not to think, not to feel, only waiting for the relief to come and save him from this nightmare.
The door opened and someone came in, but Garner didn’t move.
“It’s okay,” said Tom.