Dr. Morgan - Part 10

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Part 10

    “Dr. Morgan, Amy is awake.”
    Justin quickly put the cap on his pen and stood up. “Thanks.”
    Mounting the steps to the second floor, Dr. Morgan again wondered if his patient had remembered anything else that might help solve who she was and who the two young children were.
    Softly he entered Room 212 to find Amy staring out the window at the mountains. She didn’t move or turn her head as he came over and even his quiet “good morning” brought no response. His brows drew together in a puzzled frown and he placed fingers on her wrist all the while watching her face. Still no movement came.
    “Amy,” Dr. Morgan placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
    With a sudden start, Amy’s head jerked around and she lifted startled eyes to the doctor, breathing rapidly. “Oh,” she gasped, pressing a hand over her racing heart. “You startled me!”
    “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention,” Justin’s words were soothing and apologetic but his face held a slight look of concern. “I spoke to you, but you didn’t answer. What were you thinking about?” Pulling up a chair, Dr. Morgan sat down.
    Amy drew a deep breath and relaxed. “I’m not sure. I—” She paused and bit her lip.
    Dr. Morgan waited silently. Was she remembering? He could only wait.
    At last she began again in a half dreamy way. “I got them out of something . . . something dark, or . . . or bad or I don’t know. And then we had to hurry. I don’t know why. But we had to keep moving, Danny, Jenny and I.” Her words came quicker. “It got dark and I couldn’t start a fire. I was scared.” Unconsciously she had gripped the edge of her blanket and now held it clenched in her hands. She stared at the opposite wall as though seeing on it bits of the scenes she was trying to recall.
    She was clearly agitated and confused, yet Dr. Morgan hesitated about trying to stop her talking, for though she may stop speaking about it, he knew she would still be thinking. So he continued silent yet watchful; ready to quiet his patient should he need to but hoping and praying she would be all right.
    “I don’t know how long we walked but it felt like years. I was afraid. What was I afraid of?” She turned to look at her silent listener before continuing, giving him no time to answer. “They cried. Poor things. I knew we were going to die. I couldn’t go on. Everything is blurred and I don’t know if it was a dream or reality. Then, just when I couldn’t go on anymore, I saw a light. I know I must have walked towards it, but I don’t remember it. I heard a dog bark and then I was here. And,” she added in a strangely calm voice, “I don’t know another single thing about me. It’s strange isn’t it, to live a life and then start all over again? Doctor, tell me honestly,” she gripped his hand tightly, “will I ever remember again?” Her dark eyes seemed to be searching the young doctor’s face for the truth.
    Justin had no choice. “I don’t know,” he answered quietly. “You may, or you may not. For now, don’t try. Focus on gaining your strength and getting well.”
    Her hand dropped from his and she lay still for several long minutes. “Doctor, I want to leave this place.”
    “This room?”
    Amy’s head nodded. “When can I go?”
    “I expect you’ll be out of here before Christmas,” was the easy answer, spoken in light tones though inwardly Justin was faced with a new problem. Where would this girl go when she was released from the hospital? She couldn’t be left on her own, could she?
    Almost as though reading his thoughts, Amy asked, “Where will I go when I leave? I don’t know if I have a home.”
    “Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it, shall we? We’ll pray about it and God will show the way.”
    Amy looked up at him. “Do you pray?”
    “Yes, I do.”
    Turning her face away without a word, Amy closed her eyes. She was tired.

    “You did right about not pushing her, Morgan,” Dr. Stern nodded his head. “Things like that can’t be forced. I know it’s difficult to wait and wonder about her and the little ones, but trying to force a mind to remember which doesn’t want to tends only to makes it worse.”
    The two doctors were sitting in Dr. Morgan’s office late that afternoon. Dr. Stern, coming home from a conference in a nearby town, had decided to stop by for a visit and Justin was relieved to see him.
    “It’s not that I thought there was something else to do,” he had said. “It’s just so baffling.”
    Smiling, the consulting physician had replied, “The human mind has baffled many older men than you for centuries and I suppose, always will.
    “By the way, you are looking brighter and more awake than when I last saw you.”
    “I was kicked out of the hospital for the night and sent home.”
    Dr. Stern chuckled. “Not a bad idea. I’ll remember that and try it on some of my colleagues. But I must be on my way. And as always, don’t hesitate to call if you want a second opinion.”
    “Thank you.”
    The two men shook hands and Dr. Stern departed, leaving Dr. Morgan sitting at his desk.

    The days passed by. The first of winter’s snows blanketed the mountains with a glistening covering of white; the air was cold, the wind biting. People tramped about in snowshoes, laughing and waiting for the snowplows to free the center of their small town. Farther up the mountain, in the Morgan cabin, Mr. Morgan and Adam set about shoveling snow while Sara, with a well bundled up Danny beside her, packed snow into a small snowman.

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