Wuthering Dormice (aka Bike) Part 701 by Angharad

The next day came and went ever so quickly, my fingers were still strapped up but were less swollen, although moving them was painful. The cuts and grazes were slowly healing as well and I wasn’t quite so sore. I don’t know if it was shock, but I seemed to be very tired all the time, although I did do most of my own chores. I found a large rubber glove so was even able to do things like washing the girls’ hair.

Suddenly it was down to me to visit Daisy again, and I tried to dress up a little so as not to look such a vagabond as last time. I even managed a bit of make up and did my hair in more of a style than just a ponytail. I took her in a few more bits and pieces, like some hand cream and some cologne. I also got her a soft and fluffy pussy cat thing, it was only small and looked more like it had a permanent hissy fit, but it was the sort of thing that appealed to young girls.

“Hello, Daisy, how are you today?”

“My back hurts and I can hardly feel my feet.”

“Oh dear, that doesn’t sound too good.”

“Can you sit and read to me, Auntie Cathy, I haven’t been able to do any since you were here last.”

“Of course I will, sweetheart.” She held out her hand again and I clasped it in my injured hand.

“How are your fingers?” she asked, presumably feeling the strapping.

“A little better, thank you.” I held her hand and concentrated on finding my place in the story. I could feel my fingers tingling, but they had been injured so it didn’t concern me.

“Your hand is making mine tingle, it feels like needles and pins.”

“Pins and needles is the usual expression. Shall I let go?”

“No, it’s really funny, the tingling is going down my back all the way to my toes. Ooh, it’s making my feet jump.” I watched down the bed and her feet were moving under the sheets, then her leg jumped and so did the other. “That feels really funny,” said Daisy.

I wondered if something was happening again. “Can you see anything at our hands, Daisy?”

“No, why?”

“I just wondered if there was a blue light anywhere?”

“Oh that, yeah, it’s always with you, shouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know, Daisy, I can’t see it.”

“Can’t you? How funny, I can. Oh, it’s moving down my arm, my arm feels quite cold–it’s really strange, like my arm was in the fridge. Hey, that coldness is moving down my back now it’s in my legs. Are you an angel or something?”

“Not that I’m aware of, I’ve never noticed wings when in the bath or shower and I’m sure my girls would if I had them.”

“I feel really strange, please don’t go…” she seemed to pass out and I pushed the nurse call button.

“Yes? We’re awfully busy, just had an emergency in, what’s the problem?” asked a very harassed looking staff nurse.

“Daisy just seemed to go off while she was talking to me.”

The nurse gave her a quick exam, “I think she’s just fallen asleep. Where’s that blue light shining from? Gosh it’s bright.”

“Dunno,” I feigned ignorance.

“Okay, it isn’t disturbing her, I’ll come back later.” She practically ran down the ward.

I continued holding on to Daisy’s hand and after about half an hour my fingers got incredibly warm, verging on uncomfortably hot. Then it stopped, the heat, I mean. I could move them normally and there was no pain. I was obviously asleep and dreaming.

Daisy, came around or woke up. “Hi, Auntie Cathy, what was I saying?”

“You were complaining about your feet tingling.”

“My feet are fine, look,” she pulled her legs up and out of the bedclothes. “See?”

“They look good to me, young lady.”

“I need to go for a wee, I’ll be right back.” Before I could stop her, she hopped out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I sat there in total astonishment. I was terrified to say anything to her in case she fell.

I walked over to the bathroom to walk her back, but she didn’t appear to need it.

“How does the back feel?”

“It’s okay, a bit stiff, weren’t you going to read to me?” So I did.

The ward sister brought me another cuppa, and a glass of milk for Daisy, who sat up and drank it herself. The sister nearly dropped my tea. She looked at me and nodded to a part of the ward near her office. I went as I was bid.

“What have you done to her?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Someone told me they saw her walk to the bathroom, is that true?”

“Um, yes.” I blushed.

“How the hell did she do that, she had a contusion on her spinal cord. There was a large swelling pressing down on it, she couldn’t move her legs, let alone walk.”

“Maybe it just shrank , you know, spontaneously?”

“Shrank, my arse.”

I glanced at her derriere, “That would be a miracle, sister,” I replied and she snorted.

“Lady Catherine Cameron, what on earth do you keep doing to my patients?”

“I haven’t done anything except sit with her.”

“Maybe we need you to sit with some of the others.”

“I’m not sure their parents would approve of me.”

She shook her head, “I’m going to have the surgeon down here tomorrow to check her over and hopefully we’ll get her in the scanner sometime before lunch. I’d like to see how the injury is progressing, and she had fractures in her legs, too. How the hell did she walk?”

“How do I know, I didn’t do anything.”

The sister looked at my back, then felt my shoulder blades, “Nah, there’s no wings there.”

“What do you think I am? A giant fly?”

“No, maybe one of those mysterious creatures who come with wings. Sent from someone above.”

“What, on the next floor?” I asked and left to drink my tea.

“I saw my mummy, Auntie Cathy.”

“When?” I hoped this didn’t mean her mother had croaked.

“When I was asleep, I floated on this blue light and it took me to her, she was lying in bed attached to all these machines and her head was all bandaged. I told her she was going to be alright, and she opened her eyes and winked at me and said, yes, she would but it would take a bit longer yet. She was doing things as fast as she could, but it would take some time.”

“I told you that the other day,” I agreed.

“See, I knew Jesus would help me.”

“I told you he couldn’t resist a request from such a lovely girl.”

“He’s come through you, hasn’t he? In Sunday school, we heard about angels doing God’s work. You’ve helped me and are now helping Mummy.”

“I wish it was as simple as that, Daisy, I’d love nothing better than to go and see your mummy and make her completely better.”

“I’m going to tell Daddy to ask you to.”

“I think your daddy has enough to worry about, without raising his hopes, don’t you?”

“But I saw her and I know she is going to get better again, she said so.”

“Then I’m sure you’re right, but let’s not worry your daddy, just let nature do what it does, and let her heal slowly but surely.”

“Why don’t you want to help my mummy?”

“I do, sweetheart, that’s why I’m here. I am sure that the thing which is helping your mummy the most is the time your daddy can spend with her. He’s the one who’s performing the magic, not me.”

“I don’t believe you, Auntie Cathy.”

“I’m sorry, but that’s what I think.” I left soon afterwards, wondering if her progress would be maintained or would she be back to square one the next day? Life can be very cruel and I hoped it wasn’t going to be so with her.