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I smelled something hot and saw smoke rising from the bottom of the white counterpane which covered her。 A portion was turning black； down by the jittering lump that was her right foot。 Feeling like a man in a dream； I shook free of Moores's hand and stepped to the night…table。 There was a glass of water there； surrounded by three or four bottles of pills which had fallen over during the shake。 I picked up the water and dumped it on the place that was smoking。 There was a hiss。
John Coffey went on kissing her in that deep and intimate way； inhaling and inhaling； one hand still held out； the other on the bed； propping up his immense weight。 The fingers were splayed； the hand looked to me like a brown starfish。
Suddenly； her back arched。 One of her own hands flailed out in the air； the fingers clenching and unclenching in a series of spasms。 Her feet drummed against the bed。 Then something screamed。 Again； that's not just me； the other men heard it； as well。 To Brutal it sounded like a wolf or coyote with its leg caught in a trap。 To me it sounded like an eagle； the way you'd sometimes hear them on still mornings back then； cruising down through the misty cuts with their wings stiffly spread。
Outside； the wind gusted hard enough to give the house a second shake … and that was strange； you know； because until then there had been no wind to speak of at all。
John Coffey pulled away from her； and I saw that her face had smoothed out。 The right side of her mouth no longer drooped。 Her eyes had regained their normal shape； and she looked ten years younger。 He regarded her raptly for a moment or two； and then he began to cough。 He turned his head so as not to cough in her face； lost his balance （which wasn't hard； big as he was； he'd been sitting with his butt halfway off the side of the bed to start with）； and went down onto the floor。 There was enough of him to give the house a third shake。 He landed on his knees and hung his head over； coughing like a man in the last stages of TB。
I thought； Now the bugs。 He's going to cough them out； and what a lot there'll be this time。
But he didn't。 He only went on coughing in deep retching barks； hardly finding time between fits to snatch in the next breath of air。 His dark； chocolatey skin was graying out。 Alarmed； Brutal went to him； dropped to one knee beside him； and put an arm across his broad； spasming back。 As if Brutal's moving had broken a spell； Moores went to his wife's bed and sat where Coffey had sat。 He hardly seemed to register the coughing； choking giant's presence at all。 Although Coffey was kneeling at his very feet； Moores had eyes only for his wife； who was gazing at him with amazement。 Looking at her was like looking at a dirty mirror which has been wiped clean。
〃John！〃 Brutal shouted。 〃Sick it up！ Sick it up like you done before！〃
John went on barking those choked coughs。 His eyes were wet； not with tears but with strain。 Spit flew from his mouth in a fine spray； but nothing else came out。
Brutal whammed him on the back a couple of times； then looked around at me。 〃He's choking！ Whatever he sucked out of her； he's choking on it！〃
I started forward。 Before I got two steps； John knee…walked away from me and into the corner of the room； still coughing harshly and dragging for each breath。 He laid his forehead against the wallpaper … wild red roses overspreading a garden wall … and made a gruesome deep hacking sound； as if he were trying to vomit up the lining of his own throat。 That'll bring the bugs if anything can； I remember thinking； but there was no sign of them。 All the same； his coughing fit seemed to ease a little。
〃I'm all right； boss；〃 he said； still leaning with his forehead against the wild roses。 His eyes remained closed。 I'm not sure how he knew I was there； but he clearly did。 〃Honest I am。 See to the lady。〃
I looked at him doubtfully； then turned to the bed。 Hal was stroking Melly's brow； and I saw an amazing thing above it： some of her hair … not very much； but some … had gone back to black。
〃What's happened？〃 she asked him。 As I watched； color began to blush into her cheeks。 It was as if she had stolen a couple of roses right out of the wallpaper。 〃How did I get here？ We were going to the hospital up in Indianola； weren't we？ A doctor was going to shoot X…rays into my head and take pictures of my brain。〃
〃Shhh；〃 Hal said。 〃Shhh； dearie； none of that matters now。〃
〃But I don't understand！〃 she nearly wailed； 〃We stopped at a roadside stand 。。。 you bought me a dime packet of posies 。。。 and then 。。。 I'm here。 It's dark！ Have you had your supper； Hal？ Why am I in the guest room？ Did I have the X…ray？〃 Her eyes moved across Harry almost without seeing him … that was shock； I imagine … and fixed on me。 〃Paul？ Did I have the X…ray？〃
〃Yes；〃 I said。 〃It was clear。〃
〃They didn't find a tumor？〃
〃No；〃 I said。 〃They say the headaches will likely stop now。〃
Beside her； Hal burst into tears。
She sat forward and kissed his temple。 Then her eyes moved to the er。 〃Who is that Negro man？ Why is he in the corner？〃
I turned and saw John trying to get up on his feet。 Brutal helped him and John made it with a final lunge。 He stood facing the wall； though； like a child who has been bad。 He was still coughing in spasms； but these seemed to be weakening now。
〃John；〃 I said。 〃Turn around； big boy； and see this lady。〃
He slowly turned。 His face was still the color of ashes； and he looked ten years older； like a once powerful man at last losing a long battle with consumption。 His eyes were cast down on his prison slippers； and he looked as if he wished for a hat to wring。
〃Who are you？〃 she asked again。 〃What's your name？〃
〃John Coffey； ma'am；〃 he said； to which she immediately replied； 〃But not spelled like the drink。〃
Hal started beside her。 She felt it； and patted his hand reassuringly without taking her eyes from the black man。
〃I dreamed of you；〃 she said in a soft； wondering voice。 〃I dreamed you were wandering in the dark； and so was I。 We found each other。〃
John Coffey said nothing。
〃We found each other in the dark；〃 she said。 〃Stand up； Hal； you're pinning me in here。〃
He got up and watched with disbelief as she turned back the counterpane。 〃Melly； you can't…〃
〃Don't be silly；〃 she said； and swung her legs out。 〃Of course I can。〃 She smoothed her nightgown； stretched； then got to her feet。
〃My God；〃 Hal whispered。 〃My dear God in heaven； look at her。〃
She went to John Coffey。 Brutal stood away from her； an awed expression on his face。 She limped with the first step； did no more than favor her right leg a bit with the second； and then even that was gone。 I remembered Brutal handing the colored spool to Delacroix and saying； 〃Toss it … I want to see how he runs。〃 Mr。 Jingles had limped then； but on the next night； the night Del walked the Mile； he had been fine。
Melly put her arms around John and hugged him。 Coffey stood there for a moment； letting himself be hugged； and then he raised one hand and stroked the top of her head。 This he did with infinite gentleness。 His face was still gray。 I thought he looked dreadfully sick。
She stood away from him； her face turned up to his。 〃Th