The Daily Dormouse. (aka Bike) Part 1077 by Angharad Copyright © 2010 Angharad All Rights Reserved.

Maria Drummond was asleep or unconscious with a large dressing across her tummy, presumably where the caesarean section had been performed. I held Daisy close to me and felt her body tremble as she whimpered, “Mummy,” and began to sob.

“C’mon girl, let’s see if we can help her get better.” I said to her and gave her a squeeze.

“Like you did before?” she looked up at me with big, round red eyes framed by tears.

“Like we did before,” and before she could challenge the, we, I reminded her that it was her who insisted I help her mother last time.

I sent her round the bed and told her to hold her mother’s hand. I clasped the other one and watched suspiciously by the nurse, began talking to Maria.

“Maria, it’s Cathy, remember you were in my house when you were taken ill. Your baby is born and is fine, so we need you to concentrate on getting well again, so you can look after your two lovely children. Daisy is here with me, and between us we’re going to make you well again.

“At this moment, you are surrounded by a blue light...”

“I can see it, Mummy,” squealed Daisy, “it’s very pretty and sparkly.” I smiled at her description.

The nurse was less enthusiastic but equally impressed, “Holy shit,” she exclaimed, “How do you do that?”

I closed my eyes and ramped up the power–well, I imagined it was flowing through me to my patient and that it was concentrating where it was needed and healing all the parts of Maria which were damaged.

She’d been without oxygen for several minutes, so was she brain damaged? How damaged was she inside with a baby on its way down her canal only for it to become stuck as she passed out? Had all the placenta come away and was she bleeding internally, not to mention her body chemistry and the effects of anaesthetics and other drugs.

I asked the blue light to correct all that wasn’t healthy and my whole body tingled with the power as it moved through me. I lost an awareness of where I was and began to float into a dark space where the only light was coming from me. I was aware I was wearing a Persil white gown and my wings carried me effortlessly to where I needed to be.

Floating before me was a baby girl, she was attached by a long thin string of light to something which I assumed was her physical body. The distance was increasing by the moment as she floated up past me and nearly out of sight, the cord holding her becoming finer and more strained by the moment.

I flexed my wings and flew off after her, realising how important time was, and how fast she was drifting upwards. I was flying at my fastest speed and I became anxious I was too slow, and she would pass from the physical world into this void of darkness.

I redoubled my efforts, throwing love and light at her, trying to pull her back or slow down her progress. I closed in on the infant, and after what seemed like hours later clasped her to me, careful not to break the silver cord which attached her.

I kissed her and transferred some light into her flaccid body and as I swooped down carrying her ethereal body back to her physical one, I talked to her–telling her that in few moments she would feel a horrible pain as she rejoined her body, but that would be necessary for her heal and for her to start breathing. I kissed her again, told her she was much loved and allowed her physical body to draw her ethereal one back into itself. I stood alongside as the two merged and she cried, causing a midwife to look up and come rushing over to the incubator. I knew she was going to be safe now and sped back to her mother.

Maria was lying motionless, her body monitored and assisted by machines. Daisy was clasping her mother’s hand in both of hers and praying for her mother to recover and wake. I could see my own body sitting in a trance holding on to Maria’s other hand.

Standing at the foot of the bed was a large dark thing–yes, thing. I don’t know how else to describe it. It was moving onto the bed and was going to suck the life out of Maria. I placed myself in front of it between its rank presence and the body of my patient. I could feel it trying to make me disappear, I looked and the blue light was fading inside me and I felt myself growing weaker.

“Mummy, you must get better–please Auntie Cathy, please help her,” Daisy wailed and I focused my attention once again on protecting Maria from this vampire.

Once more I felt the darkness trying to crush me, and I imagined a lamp inside me being turned up, being transformed from a little candle into a hugely powerful mercury vapour lamp. It took several moments and I thought I was going to succumb to the darkness, then gradually I managed to concentrate more and more on the light increasing to the point my eyes were hurting it was so intense.

Suddenly, there was a surge of the power as if the sun itself had come to visit us and I heard an enormous bang, then all the machines began beeping furiously and the nurse was rushing round like the proverbial blue-arsed fly.

“Auntie Cathy,” I heard a voice calling me back into myself, and I slowly opened my eyes.

“Hello, Poppet, did I nod off?”

The machines had stabilised as sister came into the room and switched them off and back on.

“What the hell happened?” she asked the nurse.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you?” gasped the nurse who looked rather pale.

“Try me,” demanded the sister.

“I don’t know if I can describe it, but the lady sat by the bed seemed to be throwing out this blue light all over the patient and her daughter.”

“What d’ya mean throwing?”

“Well this blue light came out of her and into the patient, then she had this thing standing behind her.”

“What thing?”

“I dunno, some tall thing with wings, like an angel–whose smile and eyes made me feel very strange.”

“Oh come off it, you’ve been watching too much bloody Dr Who.”

“No, honestly, I felt reassured that everything would be alright. Then the machines began to show the patient was in distress but I couldn’t move to do anything, like I was held by some invisible force. Then the angel seemed to be fading and I began to wonder if the patient was dying. That seemed to last for ages, then suddenly everything went very cold and I felt the angel was growing bright again–then bang–there was like a power surge which made me see stars, the machines went bananas and the angel was gone, but the patient’s vitals were all normal, for the first time since she’s been here.”

“Mummy,” squealed Daisy, and we turned to look at the bed, Maria had opened her eyes and was smiling, albeit weakly at her daughter. Daisy hugged and kissed her mother. “I love you, Mummy,” she said.

“I love you too, flower,” she smiled back. She turned her gaze to the sister, “How is my baby?”

Before the sister could respond I interjected, “She’s fine.”

She looked over to me, “Thank you,” she said before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.