Continuation of my story...
After reading the first part (below), please read part two at
Boggy's Blog... then continue with this installment:
Her tears of grief turned to tears of joy when he suddenly, after a long minute, coughed and began to breathe again. "Nurse!" she called out frantically, "Nurse! I need help!"
The nurse hurried over to see what was wrong. She leaned over him, checking his pulse, scowling slightly at his shallow breathing. "I'm going to get a doctor. Keep him comfortable, and don't let him exert himself if he wakes up." She hurried off down the hall.
The woman looked fondly at the man lying on the floor, and offered up a grateful prayer that he was still alive, after all. She gently brushed the stray lock of hair off his forehead. His eyes fluttered.
He looked up at her, confusion in his eyes. "Wha' hap'n'?" he slurred, not quite fully conscious.
"Shhhh," she whispered, laying her fingertips on his mouth. "The nurse went for the doctor. They'll be back soon." She was startled to realize he was kissing her fingertips, and moved her hand.
