“It’s the extraterrestrials I worry about when they come too close,” he replied. “Just don’t sit on my legs.”
Braithwaite nodded. The polite and seemingly innocent question-and-answer had established the fact that he was not emotionally distressed by the close proximity of another human being, which was a useful psychological datum that eliminated one potential area of trouble. From long experience Hewlitt knew what the other was doing, and the lieutenant was probably intelligent enough to know that Hewlitt knew.
“We both know that yours is not a simple case,” Braithwaite went on, with a glance toward his monitor. “You appear to be completely healthy, while suffering from an intermittent and nonspecific condition which, if the recent cardiac arrest was a symptom, is life-threatening. We also know that a serious problem in the body can have a proportionate effect on the mind, and vice versa, even when there appears, as now, to be no apparent connection between the two. I would like to find and identify that connection, but only if there is one.”
He waited until Hewlitt gave a wary nod, then continued, “Normally a patient is admitted to this hospital because he, she, or it is sick or injured. The problem and clinical solution are usually obvious from the start, and the medics can use the facilities of the Federation’s leading hospital to treat or remove or repair the condition and, in most cases, to send the patient home good as new. But when the problem has or appears to have a psychological component…”
“You use your tongue,” Hewlitt finished for him.
“My ears, mostly,” said Braithwaite, ignoring the sarcasm. “Very soon, I hope, you will be doing all the talking. You should begin by describing any unusual events or circumstances that you can remember prior to the first onset of symptoms. Tell me what you as a child were thinking about the situation at the time, not what your doctors and relatives thought later. Go ahead, you talk and I’ll listen.”
“You want me to tell you all about the times when I wasn’t sick?” said Hewlitt. He inclined his head in the direction of the diet kitchen, where the ward serving floats loaded with meal trays were emerging, and added, “But there isn’t enough … It’s lunchtime.”
Braithwaite sighed and said, “I would like to finish this talk with you as soon as possible, in case Medalont, who has the rank, thinks of doing something more urgent and positive for you. Would you do me a favor by ordering a meal for me? Nothing special, whatever they are giving you will do nicely.”
“But you’re not a patient,” said Hewlitt. “Yesterday I heard Leethveeschi telling an intern not to be a lazy scrassug, whatever that is, and to go to the staff dining hall instead of sneaking food from the ward kitchen. I don’t think the charge nurse will allow it.”
“The charge nurse will allow it,” said the lieutenant, “if you ask to speak to it about a personal matter which you feel is important. After the medical melodrama of five hours ago it will not want to risk a refusal. When it comes, say what you told me you wanted to say to it, that you are sorry for misjudging its actions and are grateful for it saving your life. Then you can say that you feel our talk could be important to your case, and would it be possible for it to order up another DBDG meal for me so that the conversation can continue without interruption.
“Illensans receive a lot of professional compliments from the staff,” Braithwaite went on, “because they are very good at what they do. But not from the patients, who are rarely here long enough to appreciate their good points. It comes of being the only chlorinebreathing, as well as the ugliest, species in the Federation. But if you do as I say, it will be too surprised and pleased to refuse you anything.”
Hewlitt was silent for a moment; then he said, “Lieutenant, you are a selfish, devious, calculating son of a … of a scrassug.”
“Of course,” said Braithwaite. “I’m a psychologist.”
He was beginning to sweat at the idea of actually calling the loathsome Leethveeschi to his bedside. He said, “I was thinking of saying those things to it, but later,” he said. “I need more time to work up the nerve.