Sundancer. Shelley Peterson
Bird looked around the room, catching Alec’s eye. He smiled and held up an envelope. He’d bought her a card. Bird tried to smile back.
The doctor was still talking. “If she cannot fully waken at any time, or appears disoriented, you’ll bring her back here immediately and ask for me. I’m on call all night.”
“Thank you, Dr. Molesworth. Very much.”
Hannah reached down and ruffled Bird’s hair as the doctor left the room. “You gave us quite a fright, young lady. I don’t think I’ve ever been that scared before.”
I’m sorry, Bird thought. But I’m not the one you should be worried about. Sundancer’s more scared than you or me.
Soon, a nurse arrived to wheel Bird down to Paul’s car. Paul and Alec drove them home and helped Hannah get Bird to the door. “Thanks. I’m very grateful,” said Hannah, holding Bird by the waist to steady her.
“My pleasure entirely,” said Paul. “We’re happy to be of assistance. I hope you feel better soon, Bird.”
“Me, too,” mumbled Alec. He looked awkward.
Bird smiled feebly and nodded. She needed her bed. “Call me if you need me, Hannah. Promise?”
Hannah smiled wearily. “I promise. It’s good to have friends at times like this. Good night, folks.” They waved goodbye and drove away.
Hector had slipped into the house when he thought no one was looking. Now he was curled up as small as possible on the dog bed in the kitchen. Bird pretended not to see and hoped that Hannah wouldn’t notice. Hector used to be an outside dog, but he was getting old, and Bird was happy to have him in the house.
Hannah gently tucked Bird into bed. “I’ll be waking you every couple of hours, Bird. You’re going to hate me, but we have to do it. What signal do you want to make so I know you’re totally awake?” Bird sleepily placed her two thumbs on either side of her head and wiggled her fingers. She laughed silently, along with Hannah.
“Well, you haven’t lost your sense of humour. Now get some sleep, and I’ll call your mother,” said Hannah as she turned off the bedside lamp and made her way to the door. “I spoke to her earlier and she’s worried sick.”
Yeah, right, thought Bird.
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