After the wind yesterday and last night, things look pretty calm this morning. The sun is just peeking above the horizon, the sky is growing lighter and the clouds, scattered about the sky and lining the east are darker. I hear the wind chimes and see the tops of the trees rustle. We still have some which have not lost all their leaves.
After last week's craziness, this week was much more relaxing. I read a little as well as other things. This was the week of babysitting so I haven't gotten any writing done.
We babysat the kiddos on Monday evening. Doodle Bug loves to be right in the middle of all the action and he jabbers away. He doesn't like to say one syllable words like "red" or "dog" but he'll say two syllable words like "purple," "happy," "apple," and things like that.
Wednesday afternoon a friend called to see if we'd watch her kids so she could surprise her husband and go out on a date with him. We said sure. Sweet-pea and J-J were so excited to come over and play and eat supper at our "toy house." (For some reason Sweet-pea thinks any place she sees us, home, church, family camp, is our house. And since we have toys at our house she calls it our "Toy House.") Sweetheart didn't really care if she was here or not being only 7 months old. But we had cheerios. She got excited about that. :)
Yesterday afternoon we headed over to the N house to watch their kids. Ended up getting home about 7:50.
On Saturday I got to go sign waving for the first time this year! It was such fun! Now I can't wait until AGC!!! And tomorrow we get to help with the Maple Leaf Parade and then do more sign waving! :) Yay!
I have wanted to write, but haven't been able to figure out what to write. Should I start on a Christmas story? Should I try for an other short story? Should I write a longer story? Work on Dr. Morgan or Triple Creek Ranch? You see, it's difficult to decide. There are so many things I want to write that sometimes it is really hard to decide which one to choose.
I hope you like this next part of Dr. Morgan. Next week I'll be starting the Thanksgiving story I wrote that ended up being more than 5,000 words long. :P I was going to post a poem this week since it has been so long since I've posted one, but since we babysat last night and Wednesday night and I read on Tuesday night and babysat on Monday night, I didn't get one written. Oh well.
Someone turned and a hand was placed on her wrist, but no one said a word. Moving her eyes slowly about, she discovered two other persons in the room as well. One was dressed in white while the other was wearing browns. Bewildered, she looked back at the face above her and asked weakly, “Who are you?”
Dr. Morgan, his keen eyes taking in every look, every movement of his patient, replied quietly, “I’m Dr. Justin Morgan. What is your name?”
“Amy,” came the slow reply while the girl’s eyes drifted to the half closed blinds at the window.
Quietly watching and waiting, Dr. Morgan soon realized the girl was still too weak and tired to be able to think much. Except for her eyes taking in the room with its silent occupants, she didn’t move, not even her head. “Amy,” the name was soft. “Swallow this for me, please.”
Slowly the large, dark eyes focused themselves on Dr. Morgan’s face and then moved to the spoon he was holding, but she made no movement. It seemed too much of an effort to even open her mouth. The four words she had spoken had taken all of her strength. Lying there limp, only her eyes moved and it was an effort to keep them open.
Justin gently raised her head and held the spoon to her lips. “Come on,” he coaxed. “That’s right,” as the lips parted almost of themselves and the liquid slipped in. “Now swallow it, Amy.”
With great effort the eyes moved to the face above her and met Dr. Morgan’s blue ones.
“Swallow,” his voice was quiet but compelling and as though just comprehending what he said, she obeyed. Then her eyes closed as her head was laid back on the snow white pillow, and she slept.
All that day and the next Amy was listless, asked no more questions and only ate or drank when told to. She slept a great deal; real sleep this time, restful, strength renewing sleep. Dr. Morgan didn’t push her to talk, he knew that would come later as her strength returned.
Finally on the third day after the fever left Amy was watching the door when Dr. Morgan entered her room. Her expression was half frightened and half bewildered. No one else was there.
“What is it, Amy?” Dr. Morgan asked quietly.
“Did I--” she hesitated. “I mean when someone found me were there two . . .” her lip quivered and her eyes pleaded for help.
“There were two little ones, and they are just fine.”
Sighing as though a load had been rolled from her shoulders, Amy turned her eyes to the window. “I knew I had them with me, but I don’t remember being found or what happened to them.” Turning back she asked, “Where are they?”
Justin smiled, “Don’t worry about them, they are safe and well. My parents and brother and sister are taking care of them.” Justin sat down beside the bed wondering if now would be a good time to find out more of who his patient was. He didn’t have to ask, for Amy, assured that the two children were safe, had to talk.
“How did I get here? The last thing I remember was seeing a light and hoping I could get the children down to it.”
“You did make it. It was to my family’s house and our dog found you.”
“We had been so long in the mountains. I know I got the children out of something and started walking, but I don’t know what it was.” Her face was puzzled. “I keep trying to remember, and I can’t.” She had begun twisting the top of the sheet between her fingers.
“Don’t try,” Dr. Morgan advised. “It will probably all come back to you before long, but don’t try to hurry it.”
There was a few minutes of quiet. Amy lay staring at the wall and Dr. Morgan watched her. At last he spoke. His voice was quiet and calm.
“Amy, are you the children’s mother?”
Turning startled eyes to the doctor’s face, she gasped, “Oh, no! I’m not their mother!”
“There’s no need to get excited, Amy,” Justin assured her. “When you came you only told us your first names, so we have wondered.”
“I’m Amy Jones and they are . . . they . . . I don’t know!” Her voice rose, her hands twisted the sheet again. “Doctor, I don’t know who they are!”
“Shh.” Dr. Morgan soothed, chiding himself for getting her excited. “You are tired. It is hard to remember things when one is tired. Now no more talking,” he said as Amy’s lips parted. “I want you to drink this and then go to sleep. You have talked quite enough for now.”
Amy slowly settled back after swallowing the drink she had been given. “Doctor-”
“Hush, I want you to rest now.” Dr. Morgan closed the window shades leaving the room cool and dim.
But Amy had to know one thing. “Just their names, please!” She pleaded.
“Danny and Jenny. Now no more talking.” He moved to the door but paused with it half open to watch the girl in the bed a moment.
“Poor girl,” he sighed to himself. “I wonder how long it will be before she remembers. She had to get the children out of ‘something’. I wonder what. A cabin? A car? Why did they have to get out?” Shaking his head, he made his way down to his office still pondering what she had said.
“Amy Jones. That’s all I’ve got, Dad.” There was a pause and Justin leaned his head on his hand. “How are you supposed to find the right Amy Jones? . . . No idea. . . . Nope. She doesn’t remember what she had to get the children out of but it was in the mountains. . . . Yeah, that’s what I was wondering. . . . Several days at least, I’m guessing.”
What would you be thinking if you were Dr. Morgan?