It warmed her heart to hear her daughter’s laughter. She took the hoop earrings out of her purse. “Look what else I have.”
Chloe squealed. “Put them on me now!”
Cathy laughed and complied, carefully clipping the pink plastic hoops in place. “There! Hmm. They clash a little bit with the red hat.”
Chloe gingerly fingered both hoops, a delighted grin on her face. “That’s okay, right?”
“Yes, it’s okay.” Cathy glanced at the television anchored on the opposite wall. “What are you watching?”
“Cartoons. I’ll scoot over so you can watch with me.” Chloe made room on the pillow. She wrapped her arm around the teddy bear and cradled it against her chest along with the ragged kitten.
Cathy settled down beside her daughter in the hard hospital bed, being careful not to disturb the IV tubing that was attached to Chloe’s arm. She gathered her daughter’s thin little body against her side and wrapped her arms around both her and the stuffed toys. Chloe’s cheek dropped onto her breast. “Now this is cozy, isn’t it?”
Chloe nodded. Her gaze returned to the television screen. “I like it,” she said with a contented sigh. “Thank you for my be-u-ti-ful bear and my earrings, Mommy.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
Cathy watched the cartoon for a few minutes, smiling when Chloe laughed at the antics of the hyper animated characters. Eventually, Chloe relaxed bonelessly in her arms, and Cathy knew that she had fallen asleep. Cathy slid the remote out from under her daughter’s limp hand and turned off the television. She also gently removed the pink hoops and set them on the bedside table for Chloe to find in the morning.
Cathy remained sitting in the same position for a long time, her daughter snuggled up against her. She didn’t move even after her backside went numb. She smoothed the edge of the elegant cloche out of the way so that she could watch her child’s sleeping face. Chloe’s nose twitched in her sleep, and she smiled down at her tenderly. Her smile slowly faded as she recalled longingly what it had been like when her daughter had been a vibrant, energetic, typical kindergartner.
The hospital room door swung open, and a nurse came in. She didn’t appear surprised to see Cathy curled up on the bed with her patient. In a quiet voice, she said, “Good evening, Ms. Somerset. How are you doing today?” The nurse approached the bed to check the level of the IV and to lift Chloe’s limp wrist in order to take the sleeping girl’s pulse.
“I’m fine,” Cathy said softly. “Chloe fell asleep just a few minutes ago.”
The nurse nodded, her warm gaze grazing the little girl’s face. She carefully tucked Chloe’s hand back around the teddy bear. “She always sleeps better after she’s been with you.” The nurse walked down to the bottom of the bed to pick up the clipboard hanging from the bedrail.
“I sleep better, too,” Cathy murmured, dropping a kiss on top of her daughter’s soft hat.
“Dr. Richards asked me to tell you when you came in to have him paged. He’d like to speak with you.”
Cathy’s head snapped up. Alarm frissoned up her spine. She could feel her pulse beating heavy in her throat. She stared the length of the bed at the nurse. “Did he say why?”
The nurse shook her head. She looked up briefly from writing her notes on the clipboard. “No, he didn’t. Would you like me to page him for you and ask him to meet you here at Chloe’s room so you don’t have to get up just yet?”
“Yes, please.”
The nurse finished with the clipboard and crossed the room, the door closing silently behind her. Shortly after, Cathy heard the page on the PA system. She held Chloe close, as though the contact could rout the cold dread that was already seeping through her.
She did not have long to wait. Dr. Richards pushed open the door. When he saw that Chloe was asleep, he gestured for Cathy to come out of the hospital room. Reluctantly, Cathy slipped her
Chloe squealed. “Put them on me now!”
Cathy laughed and complied, carefully clipping the pink plastic hoops in place. “There! Hmm. They clash a little bit with the red hat.”
Chloe gingerly fingered both hoops, a delighted grin on her face. “That’s okay, right?”
“Yes, it’s okay.” Cathy glanced at the television anchored on the opposite wall. “What are you watching?”
“Cartoons. I’ll scoot over so you can watch with me.” Chloe made room on the pillow. She wrapped her arm around the teddy bear and cradled it against her chest along with the ragged kitten.
Cathy settled down beside her daughter in the hard hospital bed, being careful not to disturb the IV tubing that was attached to Chloe’s arm. She gathered her daughter’s thin little body against her side and wrapped her arms around both her and the stuffed toys. Chloe’s cheek dropped onto her breast. “Now this is cozy, isn’t it?”
Chloe nodded. Her gaze returned to the television screen. “I like it,” she said with a contented sigh. “Thank you for my be-u-ti-ful bear and my earrings, Mommy.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
Cathy watched the cartoon for a few minutes, smiling when Chloe laughed at the antics of the hyper animated characters. Eventually, Chloe relaxed bonelessly in her arms, and Cathy knew that she had fallen asleep. Cathy slid the remote out from under her daughter’s limp hand and turned off the television. She also gently removed the pink hoops and set them on the bedside table for Chloe to find in the morning.
Cathy remained sitting in the same position for a long time, her daughter snuggled up against her. She didn’t move even after her backside went numb. She smoothed the edge of the elegant cloche out of the way so that she could watch her child’s sleeping face. Chloe’s nose twitched in her sleep, and she smiled down at her tenderly. Her smile slowly faded as she recalled longingly what it had been like when her daughter had been a vibrant, energetic, typical kindergartner.
The hospital room door swung open, and a nurse came in. She didn’t appear surprised to see Cathy curled up on the bed with her patient. In a quiet voice, she said, “Good evening, Ms. Somerset. How are you doing today?” The nurse approached the bed to check the level of the IV and to lift Chloe’s limp wrist in order to take the sleeping girl’s pulse.
“I’m fine,” Cathy said softly. “Chloe fell asleep just a few minutes ago.”
The nurse nodded, her warm gaze grazing the little girl’s face. She carefully tucked Chloe’s hand back around the teddy bear. “She always sleeps better after she’s been with you.” The nurse walked down to the bottom of the bed to pick up the clipboard hanging from the bedrail.
“I sleep better, too,” Cathy murmured, dropping a kiss on top of her daughter’s soft hat.
“Dr. Richards asked me to tell you when you came in to have him paged. He’d like to speak with you.”
Cathy’s head snapped up. Alarm frissoned up her spine. She could feel her pulse beating heavy in her throat. She stared the length of the bed at the nurse. “Did he say why?”
The nurse shook her head. She looked up briefly from writing her notes on the clipboard. “No, he didn’t. Would you like me to page him for you and ask him to meet you here at Chloe’s room so you don’t have to get up just yet?”
“Yes, please.”
The nurse finished with the clipboard and crossed the room, the door closing silently behind her. Shortly after, Cathy heard the page on the PA system. She held Chloe close, as though the contact could rout the cold dread that was already seeping through her.
She did not have long to wait. Dr. Richards pushed open the door. When he saw that Chloe was asleep, he gestured for Cathy to come out of the hospital room. Reluctantly, Cathy slipped her
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