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We rode to the Brooklyn Memorial Hospital, which was a few blocks away, and Mr Galanter paid the cab fare. He helped me out, put his arm around my shoulders, and walked me into the emergency ward.
'Keep that handkerchief over the eye, ' he said. 'And try not to blink. ' He was very nervous, and his face was covered with sweat. He had taken off his skullcap, and I could see him sweating beneath the hairs on his balding head.
'Yes, sir, ' I said. I was frightened and was beginning to feel dizzy and nauseated. The pain in my left eye was fierce. I could feel it all along the left side of my body and in my groin.
The nurse at the desk wanted to know what was wrong. 'He was hit in the eye by a baseball, ' Mr Galanter said.
She asked us to sit down and pressed a button on her desk. We sat down next to a middle-aged man with a blood-soaked bandage around a finger on his right hand. He sat there in obvious pain, resting his finger on his lap and nervously smoking a cigarette despite the sign on the wall that www.o-pop.ru said NO SMOKING.
He looked at us. 'Ball game? ' he asked.
Mr Galanter nodded. I kept my head straight, because it didn't hurt so much when I didn't move it.
The man held up his finger. 'Car door, ' he said. 'My kid slammed it on me: He grimaced and put his hand back on his lap.
A nurse carne out of a door at the far end of the room and nodded to the man. He stood up. 'Take care, ' he said, and went out.
'How're you doing? ' Mr Galanter asked me.
'My eye hurts, ' I told him.
'How's the head? '
'I feel dizzy: 'Are you nauseous? '
'A little: 'You'll be okay, ' Mr Galanter said, trying to sound encouraging. 'You get a Purple Heart for today's work, trooper: But his voice was tense, and he looked frightened.
'I'm sorry about all this, Mr Galanter, ' I said.
'What are you sorry about, boy? ' he said. 'You played a great game: 'I'm sorry to be putting you to so much trouble: 'What trouble? Don't be silly. I'm glad to help one of my troopers: 'I'm also sorry we lost: 'So we lost. So what? There's next year, isn't there? '
'Yes, sir: 'Don't talk so much. Just take it easy: 'They're a tough team, ' I said.
'That Saunders boy, ' Mr Galanter said, 'the one who hit you. You know anything about him? '
'No, sir: 'I never saw a boy hit a ball like that. '
'Mr Galanter? '
'My eye really hurts: 'We'll be going in in a minute, boy. Hold on. Would your father be home now? '
'Yes, sir: 'What's your phone number? '
I gave it to him.
A nurse came out the door and nodded to us. Mr Galanter helped me get to my feet. We walked through a corridor and followed the nurse into an examination room. It had white walls, a white chair, a white, glass-enclosed cabinet, and a tall metal table with a white sheet over the mattress. Mr Galanter helped me onto the table, and I lay there and stared up at the white ceiling out of my right eye.
'The doctor will be here in a moment, ' the nurse said, and went out.
'Feel any better? ' Mr Galanter asked me.
'No, ' I said.
A young doctor came in. He had on a white gown and was wearing a stethoscope around his neck. He looked at us and smiled pleasantly.
'Stopped a ball with your eye, I hear, ' he said, smiling at me. 'Let's have a look at it. '
I took off the wet handkerchief, opened my left eye, and gasped with the paint He looked down at the eye, went to the cabinet, came back, and looked at the eye again through an instrument with a light attached to it. He straightened up and looked at Mr Galanter.
'Was he wearing glasses? ' he asked.
The doctor put the instrument over the eye again. 'Can you see the light? ' he asked me.
'It's a little blurred, ' I told him.
'I think I'll go call your father, ' Mr Galanter said.
The doctor looked at him. 'You're not the boy's father? '
'I'm his gym teacher. '
'You had better call his father, then. We'll probably be moving him upstairs. '
'You're going to keep him here? '
'For a little while, ' the doctor said pleasantly. 'Just as a precaution. '
'Oh, ' Mr Galanter said.
'Could you ask my father to bring my other pair of glasses? ' I said.
'You won't be able to wear glasses for a while, son, ' the doctor told me. 'We'll have to put a bandage over that eye. '
'I'll be right back, ' Mr Galanter said, and went out.
'How does your head feel? ' the doctor asked me.
'It hurts. '
'Does that hurt? ' he asked, moving my head from side to side. I felt myself break out into a cold sweat.
'Yes, sir, ' I said.
'Do you feel nauseous at all? '
'A little, ' I said. 'My left wrist hurts, too. '
'Let's take a look at it. Does that hurt? '
'Yes, sir. '
'Well, you really put in a full day. Who won? '
'They did. '
'Too bad. Now look, you lie as quiet as you can and try not to blink your eyes. I'll be right back. '
He went out quickly.
I lay very still on the table. Except for the time I had had my tonsils out I had never been overnight in a hospital. I was frightened, and I wondered what was causing the pain in my eye. Some of the glass from the lens must have scratched it, I thought. I wondered why I hadn't anticipated Danny Saunders' going for the curve, and, thinking of Danny Saunders, I found myself bating him again and all the other side-curled fringe wearers on his yeshiva team. I thought of my father receiving the phone call from Mr Galanter and rushing over to the hospital, and I had to hold myself back from crying. He was probably sitting at· his desk, writing. The call would frighten him terribly. I found I could not keep back my tears, and I blinked a few times and winced with the pain.
The young doctor returned, and this time he had another doctor with him. The second doctor looked a little older: and had blond hair. He came over to me without a word and looked at my eye with the instrument.
I thought I saw him go tense. 'Is Snydman around? ' he salid, looking through the instrument. '
'I passed him a few minutes ago, ' the first doctor said.
'He had better have a look at it, ' the second doctor said. He straightened slowly. 'You lie still now, son, ' the first doctor said. 'A nurse will be in in a minute. '
They went out. A nurse came in and smiled at me. 'This won't hurt a bit, ' she said, and put some drops into my left eye. 'Now keep it closed and put this bit of cotton over it. That's a good boy. ' She went out.
Mr Galanter came back. 'He's on his way over, ' he said.
'How did he sound? '
'I don't know. He said he'd be right over. '
'It's not good for him to be worried. He's not too well. '
'You'll be okay, boy. This is a fine hospital. How's the eye? '