From here he can see Commerce Street, lit up like an air strip and crammed with all-night grocery stores and diners. The hospital is on Commerce, too. It’s seven stories with the emergency room up front and a parking structure that looks like an empty skull at night. His mom works on the fifth floor; SciFi was admitted and is on the third floor, in the pediatric wing. Room 315. Cameron knows the hospital well. He knows he can enter through the ER, get mixed up in the chaos of crying, bleeding people, and slip past the elevators to the staircase. Getting in to see SciFi after visiting hours won’t be a problem.Cameron can’t get SciFi out of his head.Patterson wouldn’t have noticed him if Cameron wasn’t talking to him.The thought makes Cameron break out in a sweat. His blood thins, moves faster, hotter in his veins.Everything he touches turns to shit.He glides through the trough at the bottom of Bald Peak, where the road is broken up by an intersection. There’s no one at the stop signs waiting, so Cameron sails through the four-way and starts pumping the pedals.
