Oliver rushed into the hospital with Lisa who was crying. It hurt to see her this way. He hoped the Hungarian sisters would empathize with her and ease her pain.

When they entered the hospital Lisa ran into Sister Mary Elizabeth's arms. The habit was similar to the order who ran the school she attended. Although these women were not the ones she knew as a teenager, in her mind they were. A Hungarian speaking sister rushed to her side and begun to speak to Lisa in her native tongue.

"You must be Lisa, that kind American who brought you here told us you were coming."

" I knew he was nice."

When Oliver heard that via translation he smiled. At least she still liked him.

"Yes, a wonderful man." The Sister was heartbroken upon hearing Lisa's story and thought that any man who would bring her someplace that fit with what was going on in her mind was a true blessing.

"You have some injuries that need to be tended to. Let me take you to a good doctor."

"Thank you Sister",replied Lisa.

"Thank you so much, Sister. Please be very kind and patient with her",said Oliver.

"Of course sir." Said the sister who had been tending to Lisa.

Oliver went in with Lisa, grateful she could be treated here. He was nervous about her prognosis and hoped things would be alright.

As soon as Lisa got to the doctor she told the doctor," I am scared."

" I understand mam. I will do everything I can to help you. I've been informed of your situation and if you don't understand something, Sister Irene will translate for you."

"Thank you doctor, God bless you."

"Miss.."

"Gronyitz"

"What is the last thing you remember?"

" I Vas in a little cottage vere the sisters live, and this American came to help."

"Mr Douglas."

"I was fixing a leak when the hammer slipped from my hands and fell on Lisa's head." Oliver looked so worried about his dear wife.

" And she has been like this since then?"

"Yes."

"What this, a necklace?", asked the Dr, as he felt something under Lisa's sleeve.

"Nem, en rozsafuzer"

The doctor gently removed it.

"Oh your Rosary. Well let me give it to Sister Irene for a bit. Hmm, that is a nasty bump on the head, Lisa. Looks like a concussion. I need to examine it a bit more."

"Will she recover doctor?"

" I don't know Mr. Douglas. It's too early for me to tell."

"All ve can do now is wait and pray."

" I suppose you are right, sister" Oliver bowed his head and waited.