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I am.
Do you need me?
Tomorrow maybe?
Let me know how she is.
In surgery right now. Relieving pressure on her brain.
I’ll pray for her honey.
Thanks Mom. I love her. What if I don’t get the chance to tell her that again?
You will Calvert. I promise.
Love you Mom.
Love you too, Cal.
I tucked the phone back into my pocket and waited, wide awake now. Several hours later, the doctor who came to see us before returned to the waiting area. He took a seat by Mrs. Gardener. She elbowed Mr. Gardener who after his pacing had fallen asleep.
“Abby came through surgery brilliantly. I think she’ll be fine once the swelling goes down. You can see her in ICU, two at a time in about two hours. That’s about how long she’ll be in recovery.”
“Thank you, Doctor. Will she have any long term affects?” Mr. Gardener asked.
“We won’t know until she heals. We’ll keep her in a coma until then.”
He dropped his head. “How long do you think that will be?” I asked.
“Depends on Abby,” he replied.
I almost cried. I wondered if they would let me see her in ICU. I wasn’t family. “Will I be able to see her?” I asked.
“Two at a time but yes. The more you talk to Abby the better it will be for her.”
He got up and I watched him walk away, feeling like my world was going with him. I glanced back at the Gardener’s. They were feeling the same as me while Tyson remained asleep.
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Mom and my sister Rhonda came to the hospital the next morning. I was sprawled across a bench with my legs hanging over the end trying to get some sleep.
I had been back to ICU twice to see Abby. There, I held her hand and talked to her. I logged into the Dystopian website where I pulled up her stories and read to her from her own stuff.
Once upon a time there was a brave girl who lived in glass palace in a new land that was surrounded by crystal waters.
The brave girl was ignored by all who lived at the palace because she was just the head guard’s daughter. The prince of the castle took great pleasure in flaunting his talent, his wealth and his charm.
Girls like her didn’t compete with guys like him but she was okay with that because she had a power greater than his. One that would never leave her as his would with age.
The brave girl had the power to think something and make it happen. She was magical in a way. What she imagined often became a reality in her life.
She was educated and smart. No one knew about her power. She kept it hidden even from her handsome father who adored her when he wasn’t off fighting wars for the prince’s father. She didn’t see her father often, so she had to be brave because she was on her own much of the time.
Kat interrupted me. “Who wrote that?” She asked. She was leaning back in a chair listening to me read to Abby.
This one I recognized. Our English teacher made us right a fairy tale. I had read Abby’s story before. The brave girl was saddened by her life because her father was always gone.
