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I followed him out the door； trying to think of a way to soothe him down … I didn't want him leaving E Block the way he was now； sweaty and dishevelled； with the red print of my hand still on his cheek。 The other three followed me。
What happened then happened very fast … it was all over in no more than a minute； perhaps even less。 Yet I remember all of it to this day … mostly； I think； because I told Janice everything when I got home and that set it in my mind。 What happened afterward … the dawn meeting with Curtis Anderson； the inquest； the press…meeting Hal Moores set up for us （he was back by then； of course）； and the eventual Board of Enquiry in the state capital … those things have blurred over the years like so much else in my memory。 But as to what actually happened next there on the Green Mile； yes； that I remember perfectly well。
Percy was walking up the right side of the Mile with his head lowered； and I'll say this much： no ordinary Prisoner could have reached him。 John Coffey wasn't an ordinary prisoner； though。 John Coffey was a giant； and he had a giant's reach。
I saw his long brown arms shoot out from between the bars and yelled； 〃Watchit； Percy； watch it！〃 Percy started to turn； his left hand dropping to the butt of his stick。 Then he was seized and yanked against the front of John Coffey's cell； the right side of his face smashing into the bars。
He grunted and turned toward Coffey； raising the hickory club。 John was certainly vulnerable to it； his own face was pressed so strenuously into the space between two of the center bars that he looked as if he was trying to squeeze his entire head through。 It would have been impossible； of course； but that was how it looked。 His right hand groped； found the nape of Percy's neck； curled around it； and yanked Percy's head forward。 Percy brought the club down between the bars and onto John 's temple。 Blood flowed； but John paid no attention。 His mouth pressed against Percy's mouth。 I heard a whispering rush … an exhalatory sound； as of long…held breath。 Percy jerked like a fish on a hook； trying to get away； but he never had a chance； John 's right hand was pressed to the back of his neck； holding him firm。 Their faces seemed to melt together； like the faces of lovers I have seen kissing passionately through bars。
Percy screamed； the sound muffled as it had been through the tape； and made another effort to pull back。 For an instant their lips came apart a little； and I saw the black； swirling tide that was flowing out of John Coffey and into Percy Wetmore。 What wasn't going into him through his quivering mouth was flowing in by way of his nostrils。 Then the hand on the nape of his neck flexed； and Percy was pulled forward onto John 's mouth again； was almost impaled on it。
Percy's left hand sprang open。 His treasured hickory baton fell to the green linoleum。 He never picked it up again。
I tried to lunge forward； I guess I did lunge forward； but my movements felt old and creaky to myself。 I grabbed for my gun； but the strap was still across the burled…walnut grip； and at first I couldn't get it out of its holster。 Beneath me； I seemed to feel the floor shake as it had in the back bedroom of the Warden's neat little Cape Cod。 That I'm not sure of； but I know that one of the caged lightbulbs overhead broke。 Fragments of glass showered down。 Harry yelled in surprise。
At last I managed to thumb loose the safety strap over the butt of my 。38； but before I could pull it out of its holster； John had thrust Percy away from him and stepped back into his cell。 John was grimacing and rubbing his mouth； as if he had tasted something bad。
〃What'd he do？〃 Brutal shouted。 〃What'd he do； Paul？〃
〃Whatever he took out of Melly； Percy's got it now；〃 I said。
Percy was standing against the bars of Delacroix's old cell。 His eyes were wide and blank…double zeros。 I approached him carefully； expecting him to start coughing and choking the way John had after he'd finished with Melinda； but he didn't。 At first he only stood there。
I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes。 〃Percy！ Hey； Percy！ Wake up！〃
Nothing。 Brutal joined me； and reached toward Percy's empty face with both hands。
〃That isn't going to work；〃 I said。
Ignoring me； Brutal clapped his hands sharply together twice； right in front of Percy's nose。 And it did work； or appeared to work。 His eyelids fluttered and he stared around …dazed； like someone hit over the head struggling back to consciousness。 He looked from Brutal to me。 All these years later； I'm pretty sure he didn't see either of us； but I thought he did then； I thought he was ing out of it。
He pushed away from the bars and swayed a little on his feet。 Brutal steadied him。 〃Easy； boy； you all right？〃 Percy didn't answer； just stepped past Brutal and turned toward the duty desk。 He wasn't staggering； exactly； but he was listing to port。
Brutal reached out for him。 I pushed his hand away。 〃Leave him alone。〃 Would I have said the same if I'd known what was going to happen next？ I've asked myself that question a thousand times since the fall of 1932。 There's never any answer。
Percy made twelve or fourteen paces； then stopped again； head lowered。 He was outside of Wild Bill Wharton's cell by then。 Wharton was still making those sousaphone noises。 He slept through the whole thing。 He slept through his own death； now that I think of it； which made him a lot luckier than most of the men who ended up here。 Certainly luckier than he deserved。
Before we knew what was happening； Percy drew his gun； stepped to the bars of Wharton's cell； and emptied all six shots into the sleeping man〃 just bam…bam…bam； bam…bam…bam； as fast as he could pull the trigger。 The sound in that enclosed space was deafening； when I told Janice the story the next morning； I could still hardly hear the sound of my own voice for the ringing in my ears。
We ran at him； all four of us。 Dean got there first … I don't know how； as he was behind Brutal and me when Coffey had hold of Percy … but he did。 He grabbed Percy's wrist； prepared to wrestle the gun out of Percy's hand； but he didn't have to。 Percy just let go； and the gun fell to the floor。 His eyes went across us like they were skates and we were ice。 There was a low hissing sound and a sharp ammoniac smell as Percy's bladder let go； then a brrrap sound and a thicker stink as he filled the other side of his pants； as well。 His eyes had settled on a far corner of the corridor。 They were eyes that never saw anything in this real world of ours again； so far as I know。 Back near the beginning of this I wrote that Percy was at Briar Ridge by the time that Brutal found the colored slivers of Mr。 Jingles's spool a couple of months later； and I didn't lie about that。 He never got the office with the fan in the er； though； never got a bunch of lunatic patients to push around； either。 But I imagine he at least got his own private room。
He had connections； after all。
Wharton was lying on his side with his back against the wall of his cell。 I couldn't see much then but a lot of blood soaking into the sheet and splattered across the cement； but the coroner said Percy had shot like Annie Oakley