Reached

and gone to find him. They could be together even now.
    I bring Lei into the room with the others. There are a hundred and one of them now, all staring up at the ceiling or off to the sides. “You’re due to sleep now,” the head physic tells me from the port.
    “I will in a minute,” I say. “Let me get her settled.” I call for one of the medics to come over to help me perform the physical exam.
    “She’s all right so far,” the medic says. “Nothing’s enlarged, and her blood pressure is decent.” She reaches out and touches my hand before she leaves. “I’m sorry,” she says.
    I’m looking into Lei’s staring-up eyes. I’ve talked to lots of other patients, but I’m not sure what to say to her. “I’m sorry,” I say, echoing the medic’s words to me. It’s not enough: I can’t do anything for Lei.
    Then I get an idea, and before I can talk myself out of it, I take off down the hall for the cafeteria and the port where Lei was looking at the paintings.
    “Please have paper, please have paper,” I say to the port. If I’m talking to patients who can’t answer, why not talk to the port, too?
    The port listens. It prints out all of the Hundred Paintings when I enter the command. I gather up those pages full of color and light and take them with me. This is what I did for Cassia when she left me: I tried to give her something I knew she loved to take with her.

    Most of the other workers think I’m crazy, but one of the nurses agrees that my idea might help. “If nothing else, it’ll give
me
something different to look at,” she says, and she finds adhesive tape and surgical thread in the supply closet and helps me hang the pictures from the ceiling, above the patients.
    “Port paper deteriorates pretty fast,” I say, “so we’ll have to print them out every few days. And we should rotate them through. We don’t want the patients getting sick of any one painting.” I step back to survey what we’ve done. “It would be better if we had new pictures. I don’t want the patients to think they’re back in the Society.”
    “We could make some,” another nurse says eagerly. “I’ve always missed drawing, the way we did in First School.”
    “What would you use?” I ask. “We don’t have any paints.”
    “I’ll think of something,” she says. “Haven’t you always wanted the chance?”
    “No,” I say. I think it surprises her, so I smile to take the edge off. I wonder if I’d be a different kind of person, the kind Lei and Cassia could fall in love with, if I had.
    “The head physic is going to pull you from your next shift if you don’t go to the sleeproom now,” the nurse tells me.
    “I know,” I say. “I heard him on the port.”
    But there’s someone I have to speak to before I go. “I’m sorry,” I tell Lei. The words are as inadequate as they were the first time, so I try again. “They’ll find a cure, don’t you think?” I point to the painting hanging above her. “There’s got to be some light in a corner somewhere.” I wouldn’t have seen the light if she hadn’t pointed it out, but once she did, it became impossible to ignore.

    On my way to the sleeproom, the door to the courtyard opens and someone in black steps out into the hall, blocking my way. I stop in my tracks. It’s a girl I’ve seen before, but my exhausted mind won’t let me place exactly where. Regardless, I know she doesn’t belong here in our locked-down wing. The head physic didn’t tell me anyone new was coming in, and even if they did, they’d have to come through the main door.
    “Oh good,” the girl says. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
    “How did you get in here?” I ask.
    “I flew,” she says. Then she smiles, and I know exactly who she is: Indie, the girl who brought the cures in with Ky once before. “I might also have some keycodes for the doors,” she says.
    “You shouldn’t be here,” I tell her. “This place is full of people who are sick.”
    “I know,” she says, “but you’re not, are you?”
    “No,” I say. “I’m not sick.”
    “I need you to come with me,” she says. “Now.”
    “No,” I say. This doesn’t make any sense. “I’m a physic here.” I can’t leave all the still, and I certainly can’t leave Lei. I reach for the miniport.
    “But I’m here to take you to Cassia,” Indie says, and I drop my hand. Is she telling the truth? Could Cassia really be close by somewhere? Then fear rushes over