002 Flashcards
我在佛羅倫斯?
I’m in Florence!?
羅柏．蘭登腦袋脹痛。此時他在病床上坐直，手指不斷按著叫人鈕。雖然體內打了鎮靜劑，他的心臟還是狂跳。
Robert Langdon’s head throbbed. He was now seated upright in his hospital bed, repeatedly jamming his finger into the call button. Despite the sedatives in his system, his heart was racing.
布魯克醫師匆匆回來，腦後馬尾上下晃動。「你還好吧？」
Dr. Brooks hurried back in, her ponytail bobbing. “Are you okay?”
蘭登慌亂地搖頭。「我在…：義大利？」
Langdon shook his head in bewilderment. “I’m in … Italy!?”
「很好，」她說：「你想起來了。」
“Good,” she said. “You’re remembering.”
「不是！」蘭登指著窗外遠方威風凜凜的大型建築，「我認得維奇奧宮。」
“No!” Langdon pointed out the window at the commanding edifice in the distance. “I recognize the Palazzo Vecchio.”
布魯克醫師把燈打開，佛羅倫斯的天際線隨之消失。她走到他床邊，冷靜地低語。「蘭登先生，不用擔心。你只是有輕微的失憶症，但是馬可尼醫師確認過你的腦功能沒問題。」
Dr. Brooks flicked the lights back on, and the Florence skyline disappeared. She came to his bedside, whispering calmly. “Mr. Langdon, there’s no need to worry. You’re suffering from mild amnesia, but Dr. Marconi confirmed that your brain function is fine.”
鬍鬚醫師也衝了進來，顯然聽到了叫人鈴。他查看蘭登的心電圖，同時跟她用迅速流利的義大利語交談——好像關於蘭登得知身在義大利之後多麼「agitato」。
The bearded doctor rushed in as well, apparently hearing the call button. He checked Langdon’s heart monitor as the young doctor spoke to him in rapid, fluent Italian—something about how Langdon was “agitato” to learn he was in Italy.
激動？蘭登氣憤地想。應該說是嚇壞了！流竄他體內的腎上腺素正在跟鎮靜劑搏鬥。「我怎麼了？」他問道：「今天星期幾？」
Agitated? Langdon thought angrily. More like stupefied! The adrenaline surging through his system was now doing battle with the sedatives. “What happened to me?” he demanded. “What day is it?!”
「沒事。」她說：「現在是凌晨。週一，三月十八日。」
“Everything is fine,” she said. “It’s early morning. Monday, March eighteenth.”
週一。蘭登強迫自己疼痛的心智倒轉到他能記得的最後一幕——又冷又暗——獨自走過哈佛校園去上週六晚上的幾堂課。那是兩天前了?!他陷入更強烈的恐慌，拚命回想上課或課後的任何事情。完全沒有。 他的心電圖嗶聲加速。
Monday. Langdon forced his aching mind to reel back to the last images he could recall—cold and dark—walking alone across the Harvard campus to a Saturday-night lecture series. That was two days ago?! A sharper panic now gripped him as he tried to recall anything at all from the lecture or afterward. Nothing. The ping of his heart monitor accelerated.
老醫師搔搔鬍鬚繼續調整設備，同時布魯克醫師又坐到蘭登身邊。
The older doctor scratched at his beard and continued adjusting equipment while Dr. Brooks sat again beside Langdon.
「你會復原的。」她安撫他，溫柔地說。「我們診斷你是退化性失憶，在頭部創傷很常見。你對過去幾天的記憶可能模糊或喪失，但是應該沒有永久性傷害。」她頓一下。「你記得我的名字嗎？我進來時告訴過你。」
“You’re going to be okay,” she reassured him, speaking gently. “We’ve diagnosed you with retrograde amnesia, which is very common in head trauma. Your memories of the past few days may be muddled or missing, but you should suffer no permanent damage.” She paused. “Do you remember my first name? I told you when I walked in.”
蘭登想了一下。「席耶娜。」席耶娜．布魯克醫師。
Langdon thought a moment. “Sienna.” Dr. Sienna Brooks.
她微笑。「看吧？你已經形成新的記憶了。」
She smiled. “See? You’re already forming new memories.”
蘭登腦中的疼痛幾乎無法忍受，他的近距離視力仍然模糊。「發生什麼事？我怎麼到這裡來的？」
The pain in Langdon’s head was almost unbearable, and his near-field vision remained blurry. “What … happened? How did I get here?”
「我想你該休息了，或許——」
“I think you should rest, and maybe—”
「我怎麼來的?!」他追問，心電圖跳得更快了。
“How did I get here?!” he demanded, his heart monitor accelerating further.
「好吧，深呼吸，」布魯克醫師說，緊張地跟同僚交換眼色，「我告訴你。」她的口氣明顯變得嚴肅多了。「蘭登先生，三小時前，你搖搖晃晃走進我們的急診室，頭部受傷流血，馬上就暈倒了。沒人知道你是誰、怎麼過來的。你用英語念念有詞，所以馬可尼醫師找我幫忙。我是從英國來此度過休假年的。」
“Okay, just breathe easy,” Dr. Brooks said, exchanging a nervous look with her colleague. “I’ll tell you.” Her voice turned markedly more serious. “Mr. Langdon, three hours ago, you staggered into our emergency room, bleeding from a head wound, and you immediately collapsed. Nobody had any idea who you were or how you got here. You were mumbling in English, so Dr. Marconi asked me to assist. I’m on sabbatical here from the U.K.”
蘭登感覺自己好像在德國超現實主義畫家馬克斯．恩斯特的畫作中醒來。我跑來義大利幹什麼？通常蘭登每隔一年的六月會到此參加藝術研討會，但現在是三月。
Langdon felt like he had awoken inside a Max Ernst painting. What the hell am I doing in Italy? Normally Langdon came here every other June for an art conference, but this was March.
這時鎮靜劑藥效變強了，他感覺彷彿地心引力一分一秒增強，想把他拖到床墊底下。蘭登抗拒，抬起頭，努力保持清醒。
The sedatives pulled harder at him now, and he felt as if earth’s gravity were growing stronger by the second, trying to drag him down through his mattress. Langdon fought it, hoisting his head, trying to stay alert.
