In the morning, Bolden was awake long before the doctor came in.
Kessler"s face was haggard and the smile was something he a.s.sumed solely for the patient"s benefit. If he could have seen what the expression looked like after filtering through the microscreen, he would have abandoned it. "I see you"re holding your own," he said with hollow cheerfulness. "We"re doing quite well ourselves."
"I"ll bet," said Bolden. "Maybe you"ve got to the point where one of the antibiotics doesn"t actually stimulate the growth of the microbes?"
"I was afraid you"d find it out," sighed the doctor. "We can"t keep everything from you."
"You could have given me a shot of plasma and said it was a powerful new drug."
"That idea went out of medical treatment a couple of hundred years ago,"
said the doctor. "You"d feel worse when you failed to show improvement.
Settling a planet isn"t easy and the dangers aren"t imaginary. You"ve got to be able to face facts as they come."
He peered uncertainly at Bolden. The microscreen distorted his vision, too. "We"re making progress though it may not seem so to you. When a mixture of a calcium salt plus two antihistamines is added to a certain neobiotic, the result is that the microbe grows no faster than it should. Switching the ingredients here and there--maybe it ought to be a pota.s.sium salt--and the first thing you know we"ll have it stopped cold."
"I doubt the effectiveness of those results," said Bolden. "In fact, I think you"re on the wrong track. Try investigating the effects of neural induction."
"What are you talking about?" said the doctor, coming closer and glancing suspiciously at the lump beside Bolden. "Do you feel dizzy? Is there anything else unusual that you notice?"
"Don"t shout at the patient." Bolden waggled his finger reprovingly. He was proud of the finger. He couldn"t feel what he was doing, but he had control over it. "You, Kessler, should face the fact that a doctor can learn from a patient what the patient learned from the natives."
But Kessler didn"t hear what he said. He was looking at the upraised hand. "You"re moving almost normally," he said. "Your own immunity factor is controlling the disease."
"Sure. I"ve got an immunity factor," said Bolden. "The same one the natives have. Only it"s not inside my body." He rested his hand on the animal beneath the covers. It never wanted to leave him. It wouldn"t have to.
"I can set your mind at rest on one thing, Doctor. Natives are susceptible to the disease, too. That"s why they were able to recognize I had it. They gave me the cure and told me what it was, but I was unable to see it until it was nearly too late. Here it is." He turned back the covers and the exposed animal sleeping peacefully on his legs which raised its head and licked his fingers. He felt that.
After an explanation the doctor tempered his disapproval. It was an unsanitary practice, but he had to admit that the patient was much improved. Kessler verified the state of Bolden"s health by extensive use of the X-ray microscope. Reluctantly he wheeled the machine to the wall and covered it up.
"The infection is definitely receding," he said. "There are previously infected areas in which I find it difficult to locate a single microbe.
What I can"t understand is how it"s done. According to you, the animal doesn"t break the skin with its tongue and therefore nothing is released into the bloodstream. All that seems necessary is that the animal be near you." He shook his head behind the microscreen. "I don"t think much of the electrical a.n.a.logy you used."
"I said the first thing I thought of. I don"t know if that"s the way it works, but it seems to me like a pretty fair guess."
"The microbes _do_ cl.u.s.ter around nerves," said the doctor. "We know that neural activity is partly electrical. If the level of that activity can be increased, the bacteria might be killed by ionic dissociation."
He glanced speculatively at Bolden and the animal. "Perhaps you do borrow nervous energy from the animal. We might also find it possible to control the disease with an electrical current."
"Don"t try to find out on me," said Bolden. "I"ve been an experimental specimen long enough. Take somebody who"s healthy. I"ll stick with the natives" method."
"I wasn"t thinking of experiments in your condition. You"re still not out of danger." Nevertheless he showed his real opinion when he left the room. He failed to plug in and flash the decontagion suit.
Bolden smiled at the doctor"s omission and ran his hand through the fur.
He was going to get well.
But his progress was somewhat slower than he"d antic.i.p.ated though it seemed to satisfy the doctor who went on with his experiments. The offending bacteria could be killed electrically. But the current was dangerously large and there was no practical way to apply the treatment to humans. The animal was the only effective method.
Kessler discovered the microbe required an intermediate host. A tick or a mosquito seemed indicated. It would take a protracted search of the mountains to determine just what insect was the carrier. In any event the elaborate sanitary precautions were unnecessary. Microscreens came down and decontagion suits were no longer worn. Bolden could not pa.s.s the disease on to anyone else.
Neither could the animal. It seemed wholly without parasites. It was clean and affectionate, warm to the touch. Bolden was fortunate that there was such a simple cure for the most dreaded disease on Van Daamas.
It was several days before he was ready to leave the small hospital at the edge of the settlement. At first he sat up in bed and then he was allowed to walk across the room. As his activity increased, the animal became more and more content to lie on the bed and follow him with its eyes. It no longer frisked about as it had in the beginning. As Bolden told the nurse, it was becoming housebroken.
The time came when the doctor failed to find a single microbe. Bolden"s newly returned strength and the sensitivity of his skin where before there had been numbness confirmed the diagnosis. He was well. Peggy came to walk him home. It was pleasant to have her near.
"I see you"re ready," she said, laughing at his eagerness.
"Except for one thing," he said. "Come, Pet." The animal raised its head from the bed where it slept.
"Pet?" she said quizzically. "You ought to give it a name. You"ve had it long enough to decide on something."
"Pet"s a name," he said. "What can I call it? Doc? Hero?"
She made a face. "I can"t say I care for either choice, although it did save your life."
"Yes, but that"s an attribute it can"t help. The important thing is that if you listed what you expect of a pet you"d find it in this creature.
Docile, gentle, lively at times; all it wants is to be near you, to have you touch it. And it"s very clean."
"All right, call it Pet if you want," said Peggy. "Come on, Pet."
It paid no attention to her. It came when Bolden called, getting slowly off the bed. It stayed as close as it could get to Bolden. He was still weak so they didn"t walk fast and, at first, the animal was able to keep up.
It was almost noon when they went out. The sun was brilliant and Van Daamas seemed a wonderful place to be alive in. Yes, with death behind him, it was a very wonderful place. Bolden chatted gaily with Peggy. She was fine company.
And then Bolden saw the native who had given him the animal. Five to seven days, and he had arrived on time. The rest of the tribe must be elsewhere in the settlement. Bolden smiled in recognition while the man was still at some distance. For an answer the native shifted the bow in his hand and glanced behind the couple, in the direction of the hospital.
The movement with the bow might have been menacing, but Bolden ignored that gesture. It was the sense that something was missing that caused him to look down. The animal was not at his side. He turned around.
The creature was struggling in the dust. It got to its feet and wobbled toward him, staggering crazily as it tried to reach him. It spun around, saw him, and came on again. The tongue lolled out and it whined once.
Then the native shot it through the heart, pinning it to the ground. The short tail thumped and then it died.
Bolden couldn"t move. Peggy clutched his arm. The native walked over to the animal and looked down. He was silent for a moment. "Die anyway soon," he said to Bolden. "Burned out inside."
He bent over. The bright yellow eyes had faded to nothingness in the sunlight. "Gave you its health," said the man of Van Daamas respectfully as he broke off the protruding arrow.
It was a dark blue arrow.
Now every settlement on the planet has Bolden"s pets. They have been given a more scientific name, but n.o.body remembers what it is. The animals are kept in pens, exactly as is done by the natives, on one side of town, not too near any habitation.
For a while, there was talk that it was unscientific to use the animal.
It was thought that an electrical treatment could be developed to replace it. Perhaps this was true. But settling a planet is a big task.
As long as one method works there isn"t time for research. And it works--the percentage of recovery is as high as in other common ailments.