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d thought it would （when it came to Wild Billy； nothing was reliable； we would soon discover； including our time…tested and supposedly foolproof methods of prisoner control）。 Then； after he had been found guilty … that much； at least； went according to the script … he was taken to Indianola General Hospital for tests。 He had had a number of supposed seizures during the trial； twice serious enough to send him crashing to the floor； where he lay shaking and flopping and drumming his feet on the boards。 Wharton's court…appointed lawyer claimed he suffered from 〃epilepsy spells〃 and had mitted his crimes while of unsound mind； the prosecution claimed the fits were the sham acting of a coward desperate to save his own life。 After observing the so…called 〃epilepsy spells〃 at first hand； the jury decided the fits were an act。 The judge concurred but ordered a series of pre…sentencing tests after the verdict came down。 God knows why； perhaps he was only curious。
It's a blue…eyed wonder that Wharton didn't escape from the hospital （and the irony that Warden Moore's wife； Melinda； was in the same hospital at the same time did not escape any of us）； but he didn't。 They had him surrounded by guards； I suppose； and perhaps he still had hopes of being declared inpetent by reason of epilepsy； if there is such a thing。
He wasn't。 The doctors found nothing wrong with his brain … physiologically； at least … and Billy 〃the Kid〃 Wharton was at last bound for Cold Mountain。 That might have been around the sixteenth or the eighteenth； it's my recollection that Wharton arrived about two weeks after John Coffey and a week or ten days before Delacroix walked the Green Mile。
The day our new psychopath joined us was an eventful one for me。 I woke up at four that morning with my groin throbbing and my penis feeling hot and clogged and swollen。 Even before I swung my feet out of bed； I knew that my urinary infection wasn't getting better； as I had hoped。 It had been a brief turn for the better； that was all； and it was over。
I went out to the privy to do my business … this was at least three years before we put in our first water…closet … and had gotten no further than the woodpile at the er of the house when I realized I couldn't hold it any longer。 I lowered my pajama pants just as the urine started to flow； and that flow was acpanied by the most excruciating。 pain of my entire life。 I passed a gall…stone in 1956； and I know people say that is the worst； but that gall…stone was like a touch of acid indigestion pared to this outrage。
My knees came unhinged and I fell heavily onto them； tearing out the seat of my pajama pants when I spread my legs to keep from losing my balance and going face…first into a puddle of my own piss。 I still might have gone over if I hadn't grabbed one of the woodpile logs with my left hand。 All that； though； could have been going on in Australia； or even on another pla。 All I was concerned with was the pain that had set me on fire； my lower belly was burning； and my penis … an organ which had gone mostly forgotten by me except when providing me the most intense physical pleasure a man can experience … now felt as if it were melting； I expected to look down and see blood gushing from its tip； but it appeared to be a perfectly ordinary stream of urine。
I hung onto the woodpile with one hand and put the other across my mouth； concentrating on keeping my mouth shut。 I did not want to frighten my wife awake with a scream。 It seemed that I went on pissing forever； but at last the stream dried up。 By then the pain had sunk deep into my stomach and my testicles； biting like rusty teeth。 For a long while … it might have been as long as a minute … I was physically incapable of getting up。 At last the pain began to abate； and I struggled to my feet。 I looked at my urine； already soaking into the ground； and wondered if any sane God could make a world where such a little bit of dampness could e at the cost of such horrendous pain。
I would call in sick； I thought； and go see Dr。 Sadler after all。 I didn't want the stink and the queasiness of Dr。 Sadler's sulfa tablets； but anything would be better than kneeling beside the woodpile； trying not to scream while my prick was reporting that it had apparently been doused with coal…oil and set afire。
Then； as I was swallowing aspirin in our kitchen and listening to Jan snore lightly in the other room； I remembered that today was the day William Wharton was scheduled on the block； and that Brutal wouldn't be there … the roster had him over on the other side of the prison； helping to move the rest of the library and some leftover infirmary equipment to the new building。 One thing I didn't feel right about in spite of my pain was leaving Wharton to Dean and Harry。 They were good men； but Curtis Anderson's report had suggested that William Wharton was exceptionally bad news。 This man just doesn't care； he had written； underlining for emphasis。
By then the pain had abated some； and I could think。 The best idea； it seemed to me； was to leave for the prison early。 I could get there at six； which was the time Warden Moores usually came in。 He could get Brutus Howell reassigned to E Block long enough for Wharton's reception； and I'd make my long…overdue trip to the doctor。 Cold Mountain was actually on my way。
Twice on the twenty…mile ride to the Penitentiary that sudden need to urinate overcame me。 Both times I was able to pull over and take care of the problem without embarrassing myself （for one thing； traffic on country roads at such an hour was all but nonexistent）。 Neither of these two voidings was as painful as the one that had taken me off my feet on the way to the privy； but both times I had to clutch the passenger…side doorhandle of my little Ford coupe to hold myself up； and I could feel sweat running down my hot face。 I was sick； all right； good and sick。
I made it； though； drove in through the south gate； parked in my usual place； and went right up to see the warden。 It was going on six o'clock by then。 Miss Hannah's office was empty … she wouldn't be in until the relatively civilized hour of seven … but the light was on in Moores's office； I could see it through the pebbled glass。 I gave a perfunctory knock and opened the door。 Moores looked up； startled to see anyone at that unusual hour； and I would have given a great deal not to have been the one to see him in that condition； with his face naked and unguarded。 His white hair； usually so neatly bed； was sticking up in tufts and tangles； his hands were in it； yanking and pulling； when I walked in。 His eyes were raw； the skin beneath them puffy and swollen。 His palsy was the worst I had ever seen it； he looked like a man who had just e inside after a long walk on a terribly cold night。
〃Hal； I'm sorry； I'll e back！〃 I began。
〃No；〃 he said。 〃Please； Paul。 e in。 Shut the door and e in。 I need someone now； if I ever needed anyone in my whole life。 Shut the door and e in。〃
I did as he asked； forgetting my own pain for the first time since I'd awakened that morning。
〃It's a brain tumor；〃 Moores said。 〃They got X…ray pictures of it。 They seemed real pleased with their pictures； actually。 One of them said th