Life of Jane continued

                                      In The Hospital Continued



       As Teresa had warned  Jane, the two policemen who came to see Jane were less sympathetic than Doctor Morrison had been.
      "You've committed a crime miss," a big bearded detective in a grey suit said, as he looked down at her. "Attempted suicide is a crime in this country. I don't know about Canada where you come from, but here it's an offence."
    Jane never did find out if this was true. She felt hopeless and totally depressed.
     "Have you ever been pregnant?" she asked the two men  as they sat down on wooden chairs  and pulled them up near her bed.
      "My wife's been pregnant three times," the other policeman, a short, thin man said. "She's never tried to kill herself."
     "She's lucky," Jane said as she forced herself to smile. "She's got you."
     "Tell her that on some days and she'd laugh at you."
   "By the way," the big policeman asked. "Did you slash your own wrists? Quite a professional job that was. Wasn't somebody else was it?"
      "You didn't hire someone did you?" the smaller man asked. "Some people pay for this. And then there's the person who phoned in to the ambulance? Who was that?"
     "I cut my own wrists. And I don't know who phoned the ambulance. In any case I wanted to die. Still do, if I have to have this baby."
     The small man grunted and jotted down some  notes in a notebook that he'd pulled out of his jacket. Then both men got up, said goodbye and left the room.
     A few hours later, Doctor Morrison came back to the room. It was dusk and somewhere out beyond the hospital, the sun shed a few of its last rays of the day into the room.
     "Well, Miss Sinclair, we'll give you an abortion," the doctor said. "But don't do this again.
 And a psychologist from this hospital is going to come and see you.You need treatment."
      Jane felt so relieved. "Thank you doctor," she managed to say. "Thank you so much."
      "Keep away from men for now, especially wandering Yanks  who don't wear rubbers."
     "I plan to doctor. I won't show up here again."
      Morrison left and Jane felt a huge wave of joy sweep through her. But it was followed by sadness, for she was helping kill an unborn child..
     "But my God," Jane said to herself, "I can continue with my life now." Then she turned on her side and promptly went to sleep. Her life was back to normal.