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around other people who understood what she was going through had been a turning point in dealing with her grief. Some things just needed to be let out. And now she wanted to keep this young girl from taking as long to figure that out as she had.
    “Well, if you change your mind, the card with the schedule is right here, ok?” she said, dropping a square of printed cardboard on the table. “Be nice to my maintenance guys. They’ll drool at you, but be nice anyway, or there will be hell for me to pay.”
    “Yeah, okay, but no autographs,” Jocelyn laughed.
    “Definitely no autographs,” Neve replied, on her way out the door.
    She pulled the door shut behind her and allowed herself one moment to feel proud of what she had accomplished.
    Then she looked down the long hallway at all the other doors. Every single one opened on someone else who was hurting.
    Quick footsteps from behind roused her from her reverie.
    “Neve, thank God, you’re here. The new patient in 103 is freaking out, can you help?” Scott asked breathlessly. He was a good nurse, and experienced.
    “Can’t you take care of him?” she asked him, thinking longingly again of that Coke, condensation deliciously blurring the design on the red aluminum.
    “He just wants you,” he replied.
    “Okay, I’m on it,” she agreed, and headed for the elevator.
    It was going to be a long day.

5
    J ohnny dreamed of ringing bells .
    Far below him, the peal of church bells echoed between rhythmic gusts of wind.
    But the intervals were too regular, and the bells were too soft. Something wasn’t right.
    He woke up suddenly, blinded by the harsh afternoon sun pouring in mercilessly through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
    His phone was ringing. Somewhere.
    Those bells were Mom’s ringtone.
    Oh, fuck.
    He pressed a button on the bedside table and night panels slid in front of the windows.
    Now it was so dark he couldn’t see.
    He stubbed his toe on something hard on the way to the light switch.
    Was there a level of stardom, he wondered, where you never had to stub your damned toe? Did Bowie’s room have a button by the bed for the lights too? Did Ozzy get some kind of robotic maid to clean up his stuff?
    Johnny’s clothes were piled haphazardly on the floor, a tangle of leather and denim. Underneath it all the phone still rang.
    He managed to dig it out before it went to voicemail.
    “Mom,” he said, wincing at the rough quality of his voice. He should have given himself time to wake up first. But he wasn’t raised to keep his mother waiting.
    “Did I wake you up?” she asked too brightly.
    “Um, no, I was just…” he began.
    “How was the show last night?” she asked, saving him from making up a lie.
    “It was great,” he replied carefully.
    “You know you’re the top video on the internet today?”
    Crap.
    “So you saw that?” he asking, playing for more time.
    “Of course I did. How could you be so careless?”
    “I’m fine, Mom,” he assured her. “Don’t worry.”
    “I know you’re fine. It was just fire. What I’m worried about is what the hundred million people who’ve watched the video are going to think.”
    He sighed. She was right. She was always right.
    “Now do you want to tell me what really happened?” she asked, compassion in her voice now.
    “I’m not really sure,” he admitted. “I’ve been… on edge lately. And then last night, there was this girl, she took her shirt off. And I, I thought I was falling in love with her or something. My animal was bursting to come out, worse than he ever has. And then my arm was burning.”
    He stopped speaking for a minute to look down at his left forearm. Beneath the tattoos there was definitely something dark.
    When he looked closer it almost seemed to be… pulsing.
    God, he was a mess, he was seeing things.
    Maybe it was an infection of some kind, but the tattoos there were pretty old. Although not nearly old enough to be fading the way they were.
    “I was afraid of