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'It feels better. They put some drops in it. '

'Good. Good. I told you this is a fine hospital. Had my appendix out here. '

Three men came into the room, the two doctors and a short, middle-aged man with a round face and a graying mustache. He had dark hair and was not wearing a gown.

'This is Dr Snydman, son, ' the first doctor said to me. 'He wants to have a look at your eye. '

Dr Snydman came over to me and smiled. 'I hear you had quite a ball game there, young man. Let's have a look. ' He had a warm smile, and I liked him immediately. He took the cotton off the eye and looked through the instrument. He looked at the eye a long time. Then he straightened slowly and turned to Mr Galanter.

'Are you the boy's father? '

'I called his father, ' Mr Galanter said. 'He's coming over right away. '

'We'll need his signature, ' Dr Snydman said. He turned to the other two doctors. 'I don't think so, ' he said. 'I think it's right on the edge. I'll have to have a better look at it upstairs. ' He turned to me and smiled warmly.

'An eye is not a thing to stop a ball with, young man. '

'He hit it real fast, ' I said.

'I'm sure he did. We're going to have you brought upstairs so we can have a better look at it. ' The three doctors went out.

'What's upstairs? ' I asked Mr Galanter.

'The eye ward, 1 guess. They have all the big instruments up there: 'What do they want to look at it up there for? '

'I don't know, boy. They didn't tell me anything. '

Two hospital orderlies came into the room, wheeling a stretcher table. When they lifted me off the examination table, the pain rammed through my head and sent flashes of black, red and white colors into my eyes. I cried out.

'Sorry, kid, ' one of, the orderlies said sympathetically. They put me down carefully on the stretcher table and wheeled me out of the room and along the corridor. Mr Galanter followed.

'Here's the elevator, ' the other orderly said. They were both young and looked almost alike in their white jackets, white trousers, and white shoes.

The elevator took a long time going up. I lay on the stretcher table, staring up out of my right eye at the fluorescent light on the ceiling. It looked blurred, and I saw it change color, going from white to red to black, then back to white.

'I never saw a light like that, ' I said.

'Which light is that? ' one of the orderlies asked.

'The fluorescent. How do they get it to change colours like that? '

The orderlies looked at each other.

'Just take it easy, kid, ' one of them said. 'Just relax. '

'I never saw a light change colors like that, ' I said.

'Jesus, ' Mr Galanter said under his breath.

He was standing alongside the stretcher table with his back·to the rear of the elevator. I tried turning my head to look at him, but the pain was too much and I lay still. I had never heard him use that word before, and I wondered what had made him use it now. I lay there, staring up at the light and wondering why Mr Galanter had used that word, when I saw one of the orderlies glance down at me with a reassuring grin. I remembered Danny Saunders, standing in front of the plate and staring at me with that idiotic grin on his lips. I closed my right eye and lay still, listening to the noise of the elevator. This is a slow elevator, I thought. But how do they get the light to change colors like that? Then the light was bad all over and everyone crowded around me. Someone was wiping my forehead, and the light was suddenly gone.

I opened my right eye. A nurse in a white uniform said, 'Well, now, how are we doing, young man? ' and for a long moment I stared up at her and didn't know what was happening. Then I remembered everything – and I couldn't say a word.

I saw the nurse standing over my bed and smiling down at me. She was heavily built and had a round, fleshy face and short, dark hair.

'Well, now, let's see, ' she said. 'Move your head a little, just a little, and tell me how it feels. '

I moved my head from side to side on the pillow. 'It feels fine, ' I said.

'That's good. Are you at all hungry? '

'Yes, ma'am. '

'That's very good. ' She smiled. 'You won't need this now. '

She pushed aside the curtain that enclosed the bed. I blinked in the sudden sunlight. 'Isn't that better? '

'Yes ma'am. Thank you. Is my father here? '

'He'll be in shortly. You lie still now and rest. They'll be bringing supper in soon. You're going to be just fine. '

She went away.

I lay still for a moment, looking at the sunlight. It was coming in through tall windows in the wall opposite my bed. I could see the windows only through my right eye, and they looked blurred. I moved my head slowly to the left, not taking it off the pillow and moving it carefully so as not to disturb the thick bandage that covered my left eye. There was no pain at all in my head, and I wondered how they had got the pain to leave so quickly. That's pretty good, I thought, remembering what Mr Galanter had said about this hospital. For a moment I wondered where he was and where my father was; then I forgot them both as I watched the man who was in the bed to my left.

He looked to be in his middle thirties, and he had broad shoulders and a lean face with a square jaw and a dark stubble. His hair was black, combed flat on top of his head and parted in the middle. There were dark curls of hair on the backs of his long hands, and he wore a black patch over his right eye. His nose was flat, and a half-inch scar beneath his lower lip stood out white beneath the dark stubble. He was sitting up in the bed, playing a game of cards with himself and smiling broadly. Some cards were arranged in rows on the blanket, and he was drawing other cards from the deck he held in his hands and adding them to the rows.

He saw me looking at him. ;'

'Hello, there, ' he said, smiling. 'How's the old punching bag? '

I didn't understand what he meant.

'The old noggin. The head: 'Oh. It feels good: 'Lucky boy. A clop in the head is a rough business. I went four once and got clopped in the head, and it took me a month to get off my back. Lucky boy: He held a card in his hands and looked down at the rows of cards on the blanket. 'Ah, so I cheat a little. So what? ' He tucked the card into a row. 'I hit the canvas so hard I rattled my toenails. That was some clop, ' He drew another card and inspected it. 'Caught me with that right and clopped me real good, A whole month on my back. ' He was looking at the rows of cards on the blanket. 'Here we go, 'he smiled broadly, and added the card to one of the rows.

I couldn't understand most of what he was talking about, but I didn't want to be disrespectful and turn away, so I kept my head turned toward him. I looked at the black patch on his right eye. It covered the eye as well as the upper part of his cheekbone, and it was held in place by a black band that went diagonally under his right ear, around his head and across his forehead. After a few minutes of looking at him, I realized he had completely forgotten about me, and I turned my head slowly away from him and to the right.

I saw a boy of about ten or eleven. He was lying in the bed with his head on the pillow, his palms flat under his head and his elbows jutting upward. He had light blond hair and a fine face, a beautiful face, He lay there with his eyes open, staring up at the ceiling and not noticing me looking at him. Once or twice I saw his eyes blink. I turned my head away.

The Chosen

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Chaim Potok

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