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I figured she would wake up, so I never did call doc. But it’s been three days, and she hadn’t so much as twitched. I got worried, so I called doc over today.
When he got here, I showed him the girl, and explained the whole deal. He looked her over, redid all the bandages I did before without saying just how bad a job I did, and checked her temperature. I could tell he really didn’t like what he found.
What he told me was, “Her temperature is lower then normal, and I don’t know why. Her injuries are healing extraordinarily fast. I’d like to take her into the hospital, if only so we can get food into her. She’s dangerously thin right now.”
I nodded. It sounded right to me, and that he wasn’t exaggerating or anything. “If she don’t wake up by tomorrow, I’ll bring ‘er in,” I told him. I could tell he wanted to bring her in today, but as far as I was concerned, I had found her, I would make the final decisions about her.
The doc eventually left, and I was left with her. I had plenty of time to wait, so I figured I’d try to get her to at least drink something.
When I got home from work this evening, she was awake and sitting up.
“Awake, are ya?” Her head snapped towards me, and she pushed herself against the arm of my couch, wincing when she pressed on a bruise or a cut on her back. “Careful there. Did I scare ya?” I pulled my gun out and set it on the coffee table. I expected her to flinch at the sight of it, but she didn’t even glance at it. “…D’ya want somethin’ t’ eat? Ya gotta be hungry.” After a minute of her not moving at all, she slowly shook her head.
“Y’sure?” I tried. The tiniest of nods. “Are y’gonna talk to me at all?” No response to that one. I sighed and headed into my little kitchen, hoping the smell of the food would get her hungry. It didn’t, or at least she didn’t act like it. When I looked back into the living room, she hadn’t moved. So I headed in there and set a plate full of food next to her on the couch.
“Jus’ in case ya do get hungry,” I explained. She didn’t even look at the plate, and her lips were pressed tightly together.
When I checked on her just before going to bed, she still hadn’t touched the food. Definitely taking her to doc tomorrow.
Lt. W. Barringar
 Faith-Hoping-Love · Tue Jun 16, 2009 @ 11:18pm · 2 Comments |
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