(aka Bike) Part 1767 by Angharad Copyright © 2012 Angharad
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My Blackberry vibrated and peeped in my hand and in my surprise I nearly dropped it in the harbour, Simon grabbing it before it fell. He answered the call.
“I’ll put her on.”
“Hello?”
“Hello, Cathy, we’ve searched this boat from top to bottom and still no sign of her.”
“She’s there, I know it. She’s lying at the foot of a ladder near the bilges, possibly just above them.”
I heard him talking to someone. “The captain says that’s impossible, no child could get in there, it’s all locked up.”
“Well that’s where she is.”
“The captain says no.”
“Tell him to go and look and if I’m wrong I’ll buy him dinner, if I’m right, he’d better prepare a big apology–because I might just sue his arse right off his body.”
“Okay we’ll go and look, he says he knows which restaurant he wants to eat in.”
We spent another twenty minutes of purgatory while we presumed Henry and the captain searched the area above the bilges. It was dark before my Blackberry rang again.
“Meet us at the hospital, she’s alive but barely, with a nasty gash on her head. God knows how she got there, that area is off limits to anyone but crew. He’s really upset about it.”
“He’s gonna be even more upset when his wife dies.”
“What?”
“She’s going to die on the operating table.”
“Cathy, how d’you know?”
“I just saw it happen.”
“Can you save her?”
“Why should I?”
“Because you can.”
“I’m not as noble as you Henry, if my little girl dies, so does his wife.”
“Cathy, If you can save her, do so–the question shouldn’t even arise.”
“I haven’t taken any Hippocratic oath, I’m a dormouse counter, remember?”
“Cathy, for God’s sake don’t be like that–you have a gift, use it.”
I switched off the phone and asked to be driven to the hospital. We were there in ten minutes, Stella speaks quite good Catalan, which I hadn’t realised before–apparently she used to stay here all summer holidays most years–and let’s face it, there isn’t much call for it in Portsmouth.
While we waited for the helicopter to arrive, I asked her to enquire about the captain’s wife and somehow she blagged her way into getting us into her private room. Then a few moments later, Stella introduced me as the person who ‘saw’ the misplaced conception. She seemed pleased to meet me and we shook hands vigorously.
She felt the jolt of energy pass between us and she gave a groan and passed out. I sped round the bed and began to pour energy into her, especially into her lower abdomen. She came round and was sweating like she’d been in a sauna.
She cried and a nurse came in to see what was happening, we made our escape.
“What did you do, remove the embryo?” asked Stella as we walked back outside the hospital.
“Yeah.”
“I saw the light like it was a laser pulsing into her.”
“Yeah, I asked it to remove the embryo and plant it into the uterus wall.”
“You’ve made her pregnant?”
“Don’t be silly, her husband did that, all I did was facilitate it.”
“You wouldn’t have let her die, would you?”
“I don’t know, if Trish does, I’ll widow her.”
We heard the approach of the helicopter and went inside as the beast landed on the helipad on the roof, then we waited as Trish was rushed into the emergency room. I heard Henry insisting I be allowed to see her. The doctors were protesting but he was laying down the law.
Finally, I took it upon myself to enter the emergency room and my little lamb was resting on the couch, her eyes closed and her face pale and bruised. I approached the child and despite the protests of the doctors I picked her up and held her to me.
The back of her head was covered in dry and not so dry blood and her hair was all matted. I held her and spoke to her while I felt an intense heat issuing from my heart into her body. The doctor stepped back and crossed himself, so he must have seen something.
I smelt the stench of burning flesh like something was being elecro-cauterised and at one point thought I saw smoke arise from her head. I felt the wound shrinking and then the energy changed and I knew it was getting inside her, checking her head for injuries inside the skull. The colour had changed from blue to white to a sort of rainbow pulsing light, like a strobe.
The doctor stood in amazement along with his colleagues all of them fixated by the flashing light. I spoke to each one of them, telling them they’d remember none of this as soon as the light stopped. Then noticed Henry was also entranced by the light. I told him to wake up and get us out.
He did before he knew what we were doing. We went to Stella’s car and she drove us to the villa. Actually, she drove rather well, so maybe she needs to drive on the opposite side of the road.
Trish woke up an hour later–she had a headache and wasn’t impressed by the mess her hair was in. I washed it gently for her. There was a thin red weal where the injury had happened, and my instincts assured me she was back to full health.
It was quite late when we got into our makeshift bed. “When you bargained for Trish’s life, what was it you had to agree to do?” asked Simon as we snuggled down together.
“I’ve done it.”
“Done what?”
“What she told me I had to do.”
“Stop going round in circles and please tell this extremely tired mere male, what that was–in simple terms if you could.”
“She told me she would allow me to save my own child but before that, I had to save a mother and her child.”
“When did you do that?”
“In the hospital.”
“Oh,” he looked bemused or make that bewildered.
“The captain’s wife had misconceived.”
“Yeah, I got that bit.”
“I moved the baby from the fallopian tube into the wall of the uterus where it should have been.”
He looked bemused again then he worked through the stages and smiled. “How the hell did you do that?”
“With difficulty, but I began to see how the Holy Ghost managed it with Mary.”
“But you don’t believe in all that, do you?”
“No, because Jesus could only have been a girl unless God had XY chromosomes.”
“I thought he was supposed to be omnipotent.”
“Impotent is more likely.”
“They’ll hang you from the yardarm for that here, it’s a Catholic country.”
“We’re going home by the private jet tomorrow, with Trish. They’re going to be looking for the mystery healer–whom they’ll either see as a miracle worker or a witch. Whichever they opt for, life would be very difficult, so we need to get off home tomorrow.”
“But they’ll know it was Dad.”
“No, they won’t, they’ve all suffered some degree of amnesia, including the helicopter crew and the captain.”
“And his wife?”
“I’ll let her think she saw her saviour in a dream.”
“But she’ll be telling everyone–they’ll set up a shrine because someone saw Jesus’ face in a packet of crisps–so what’ll they do with this?”
“That’s up to her, I think she might just keep her own counsel for the sake of her little girl.”
“How come they’re always girls when you’re involved?”
“Nothing to do with me, guv–blame it on the ol’ blue light–it’s female, remember?”
Comments
Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1767
Wonder what Trish will say about her misadventure? Will it lead to another child or adult in need of Cathy's ministration of love? Or will it lead to some skullduggery concerning the Menorca dormice?
May Your Light Forever Shine
1767
Cathy may have done her "part of the deal", but since she has now acknowledged them and that they exist, I do believe she will be called on more and more to do their bidding. She walks a dangerous balance point,and is going to have to change the way she approaches things. I think she knows that, but will she follow through or try to deny it again? Maybe with serious results.
To quote the Bard
'Ah there's the rub.'
Angharad
Angharad
It depends
To a large extent on the motivations of the deity or deities holding Cathy's strings. They appear to be just as fickle as humans (much like the ancient Greco-Roman deities, probably the Norse bunch and several others besides!) who often seem to regard humans as little more than pets to be played with when the mood suits them (cases in point: the Drummond clan, Puddin' and Fiona's dads, the car crash with the nosy reporter).
However, on occasion they do appear to learn certain good practice techniques from Cathy or allow her to use new techniques - memory wiping is a fairly new technique that solves the problem of people blabbing to the press (resulting in the sieges of Tom's farmhouse when the pack connect the dots); while control of where the light goes and what it does wasn't present from the start either.
Given Cathy has passed out on a couple of occasions from the efforts of healing, I think the deities are smart enough to realise the implications of causing Cathy to over-exert herself, so I suspect her healing of others will largely be of the "right place at the right time" ilk (as happened with the Captain's wife, who happened to be in the same hospital Trish was airlifted to) rather than of Ken or Sam phoning her and begging a healing request...
As Cathy will probably want to stay near home for the next few months, perhaps 2013 will be the year the wedding blessing up at Stanebury that Henry's wanted ever since the wedding will finally take place :) Or 2014 (as knowing that family, something will intervene at the last minute!)...
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
No more lame excuses for Cathy.
Whether or not she or the author acknowledged God, she knows something makes the pond bubble. I don't care if it is the boogy man or an overgrown dormouse that's doing the healing, she needs to spiff up her respect a bit.
Now I wonder if she could have saved Billie if ... never mind, that is a low shot.
G
I still...
I still wonder how Trish got where she wasn't supposed to... Oh, I know, she likely did it the usual way on her own two feet - following her nose. But, still WHY? Okay, Curious. But, I'd like to HEAR her explain to Cathy why she did this. :-) Of course, it could have been something nefarious - that went wrong... She was running from someone who tried to grab her, and fell... The grabber thought she was dead and changed his mind...
I wonder if the "deity" thinks Cathy's completed her part of the bargain as yet - or not... :-)
Thanks,
Annette
In spite of the deranged
In spite of the deranged attempts to do so the Goddess / God is not a copywriteable trademark owned by X-Y corporation. She is a open source XX wholly non profit owned by herself. This holds the same for GOD. Man as a gender does not own the franchise and can not be there soul distributor. It is the knock off Pirated copy's I think Catherin is so angry with. But I have the feeling the real McCoy is what she is doing business with now.
But wow can she cook.
With those with open eyes the world reads like a book
New and Improved Cathy?
I hope Cathy realizes what she has got herself into. In chap 1760, when she was so sick in the hospital, she was asked, "Are you going to do as WE wish?"
"Yes."
And in 1766, when she asked for help in locating Trish, she was asked, "What will you do for US in return?"
"Tell me what you want me to do?"
"And.."
"I'll do it."
"This is your promise?"
"Yes, I promise."
She has said twice now, to apparently two different Goddesses to do what they want her to do, and both cases were near life or death situations. She has committed herself to them, and it is a serious responsibility.
Another good chapter! WTG Bonzi!
Don't let someone else talk you out of your dreams. How can we have dreams come true, if we have no dreams?
Katrina Gayle "Stormy" Storm
Seems to me
that if it is two gods Cathy could become a pawn in any disagreement between them .... Not i would suggest a very safe place to be...
Kirri
I can't imagine that Cathy has already
done her part of the bargain. There has to be more. Great work though on moving the embryo. Surprised that a few more people weren't healed of random problems as Cathy walked by.
Trish
I'm just so happy that Trish is OK. She is a great character, and this story would be diminished by her absence. I wonder how she will be affected by this injury.
It will also be interesting to see how Cathy views her new relationship with the Goddess. Since this is fiction, then the Goddess can have properties that cannot exist in the real universe in which we the readers exist. However, within a work of fiction, anything that can be imagined can thrive in the hands of a dedicated writer. The only thing that need apply is consistency of the character and that character's relations with others.
I also enjoyed the comment about 'US.' There does appear to be a gestalt of some kind. There are the references to 'US' not just a single entity. There is a large city of some kind, indicating some kind of populace. And, we have already met two opposed goddesses.
And, will Cathy now be able to see Billie? I await that reunion.
Red MacDonald
Now she believes?
Going from past record, I think not. OIne can hope to a degree.
However, did you notice the bargin sounded a lot like Lilith?