A.N.- Sorry for the delay, here are the next two!
Chapter 26: The Scarf
Grace cries and sits in the chair not far from Bob's ICU room. Beeping starts coming from that room. She sniffs and looks at the room. There is still a beeping noise. She silently gets up with a sniff and hops to the door. There now starts another machine beeping too. She quietly opens the door. Bob is laying there next to a vacant bed on the beeping machines. Grace sniffs and hops over to Bob. She very gently and sadly gets his flipper and hugs it. Bob is still and the machines are beeping. She wipes her eyes with the back of her flipper and then very gently tries to feel his flipper for a pulse. He is still laying motionlessly there, while the machine pumps air in his lungs.
"I th-thought having a pulse m-meant you were living..." She says with her voice shaking and silent.
Bob is in coma on the machines that are still beeping. She looks at him silently for a moment before crawling into the bed next to him and hugging him. "You're just sleeping, r-right? Not d-dead?" She whispers. Bob lays there lifelessly but with a pulse. She sniffs and lays close to him with her head on his chest and her flippers around him. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here when they put you under...I tried to be, though..." Bob doesn't react at all.
Finally a doctor comes to see about Bob's beeping.
Grace sniffs and has tears running down her face as she lays hugging him.
The doctor first does something about Bob's meds and then looks at Grace. "I'm sorry, but the ICU is closed for visitors now. I have to ask you to leave."
"I th-thought you said he had died?" She silently sniffs and looks at the doctor very confused.
"Mister Thompson?" The doctor says. "No, he is still alive. It's a true wonder with his situation. But if you now can move out, miss."
Grace shakes her head. "But this is Mr. Garrison… He still has a pulse." She says.
The doctor points at the file. "No, this is Mr. Thompson."
Grace shakes her head again and looks at Bob. "No, sir, you are very mistaken. This is LG Bob F. Garrison. I should know. I'm his friend and his boss. This is not a Mr. Thompson." She says and wipes her eyes.
The doctor looks at the file and then fishes out the one on the empty bed next to them. "No, it's right here. Bob F. Garrison, time of death… One and a half hour ago." He says.
"But, this is Mr. Garrison… I know what my co-worker looks like. I th-think you mixed up their files." She says and looks at Bob.
The doctor looks at her. "Alright, then we first need prove that Mr. Thompson, or the dead one is really him, miss." He nods and goes ahead towards the mortuarium.
Grace nods and silently and slowly gets up. She covers Bob back softly up and kisses the tip of her flipper and gently touches his cheek with it. She then hops after the doctor.
The doctor shows her to the mortuarium and to one of the tables. He pulls back the covers revealing a younger, handsome looking Gentoo penguin male. Grace looks at him. "That is not Mr. Garrison. That is a Gentoo, like me, Mr. Garrison is a king in his mid-twenties. This guy looks like he's like late teens."
The doctor nods some and covers the boy up again. "Alright… So switched files?"
"I'm going to guess so." Grace says and sniffs.
The doctor nods some. "Alright… Well, then I have to go call Mr. Thompson's parents..." He sighs. "You can leave now."
Grace nods some and hops out of the room. She feels a little calmed down that Bob is still living, just in his coma. She silently gets out her log for the third time that night. "So, I got a call from the hospital and they told me that Bob had died from his oxygen machine malfunctioning and he choked to death." She says and sounds rather hoarse from crying. "But, I heard some beeping from his room and investigated. He was still laying there hooked up to all of his machines...He also had a pulse." She sniffs a little. "It t-turns out that they had mixed up his files with some gentoo boy with the surname Thompson. I'm so glad he's not dead, you just don't understand..." She said and starts crying again quietly before turning the log off again. Then her phone beeps a little. She gets her phone and answers it. "G-GLC Grace G-Gray."
"Eh, hey Grace." Her friend says. "Where are you?" Marian asks with a small cough.
"The hospital. Bob's doctor had called me on a false alarm. " Grace sniffs.
"Oh?" Marian says.
"Yeah, they mixed the files of him and some boy who had died… They told me when I first got here that Bob had choked to death after his oxygen machine messed up..." She says.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Grace nods some and wipes her eyes. "Yeah..." She glances at the time. "I guess I need to catch a taxi to the b-base now?"
"If you think you're up to working… You sound horrible." Marian says. "And if you don't come, Eric might allow me to do a part of your work..."
"Whichever you think I should do...I think your boy would want me to work whether or not I was up to it and just fuss that I must be having woman parts probs if I say anything." She sighs and shivers a bit.
"You sound bad, I think you should take today off." Marian says softly. "You can take one of your vacation days for this..."
"Alright..." Grace sighs a little.
Marian nods some. "You can use the guest room if you want to tonight." She says.
Grace nods a little. "I think I might..."
"Alright, just text when you're hungry then I can make you some food." Marian smiles.
"Okay." Grace smiles a little and hops to the hospital door. She shivers as she feels the cold wind and wonders where her scarf is now.
"We could marathon that show that you like, too."
"You mean Outback Patrol?" Grace asks as she gets into a taxi.
"Yeah." Marian nods with a cough. "Eric already left apparently and he left me a… Note..." She says. "But do I need to get you? My car is still here so I could come to you so you don't have to slide in this cold."
"I'm just catching a taxi now… Are you sure the note wasn't left by me?" Grace asks. "I had left one when I came here..."
"Eh… Unless you wrote: 'Dear Honeycomb, don't you dare leave the bed. You had a small temperature and if you leave again I'll personally lock you in one of your own cells. Kiss-kiss Eric', I'm pretty sure it's his." Marian giggles.
"Oh, yeah, I didn't write that one." Grace chuckles a little and sounds tired.
Marian giggles too. "You sure I shouldn't just come and get you?"
"Nah, the taxi is nearly at your house as we speak." Grace says.
"Alright." Marian coughs.
"Yup..." She nods and sees the house. "And we're pulling up now."
"I go unlock the door."
Grace nods and puts her phone away as she pays the driver and gets out.
Marian opens the door. Grace hops in with a small shiver. Marian looks at her. "Where is your scarf?!"
"I don't know..." She shivers a bit and hops in.
Marian waddles back into the house and hands her a blanket. "We don't need you to be getting sick again too..." Grace gets it and shivers a little. Marian smiles some at her and coughs. "Want to watch it upstairs in my room? I've got a heated blanket."
"Okay." She nods some. "And about my scarf… The last time I saw it was when I let Bob use it the other day before he was put in the hospital..."
"Maybe he still has it?" Marian looks at her. "Maybe in his office or something." She shrugs some and opens the door to her room for Grace.
"Possibly..." She nods and hops in.
Marian nods and opens the sheets for Grace. "Would you like a painkiller?" She asks.
Grace nods. "Please..."
Marian smiles and gets some for her. "You can settle yourself, be right back." She says and tosses the remote control. Grace nods and gets herself situated before turning on Feather-Flix and looking for that show she likes. Marian then waddles back in with a cough and hands Grace a glass of water and painkillers. Grace gets them with a small smile and takes the medicine. Marian smiles at her and gets in the bed too.
"Did you sleep well?" Grace asks with a small smile.
Marian shrugs some. "At least I wasn't kept up all night by coughing, so good enough."
"That's good..." She nods some.
Marian nods and coughs a little. "Now for that show?"
Grace nods. "Yeah." She starts the show.
Marian watches it with a small shiver. Grace shivers a little next to her. Marian snuggles closer and turns on her blanket. She shivers close, too. Marian shivers close and watches the show. Grace watches the show but thinks mostly thinks about what happened at the hospital and her nightmare. Marian soon falls asleep, half leaning on Grace. Grace softly looks at her and covers her up more. Marian smiles and shivers. Grace watches the show. Marian shivers close and asleep to her best friend. Grace thinks she is kind of hungry but doesn't want to wake Marian. Marian coughs a little close to her best friend. Grace ends up dozing off next to her friend. Marian sleeps next to her friend. Grace sleeps close. Marian sleeps close too as her boyfriend comes home. Grace sleeps close to Marian and her friend sleeps nearly on her. Grace sleeps. Marian sleeps too. Eric looks at them and snorts as he softly gets Marian at the other side of the bed and then yanks Grace out.
Grace wakes up with a small yelp as Eric jars her sore ribs.
Eric glares at her. "What were you doing with my sick girlfriend?" He growls.
"Watching Outback Patrol..." Grace murmurs and thinks her ribs really hurt now again.
"And you couldn't do that at your own house?!" Eric snorts. "She is sick enough already without you making her worse!"
"She invited me, Eric." Grace says a bit coldly. "I know you don't like me, I'm not the fondest of you either, but Marian and I are friends. Deal with it."
"And she shouldn't have." Eric growls.
Grace looks at him and gets up. She gestures to the bed. "How about I just pack up and slide home? Will that be to your liking?"
"Please." Eric nods. "Or go to the guest room or whatever."
Marian wakes up with a cough.
"Nah, I wouldn't want to be ruffling your feathers with my presence." Grace says as she hops to the door.
"Gracey!" Marian coughs.
Grace stops and looks at Marian. "Yes, ma'am?"
"Are you a woman or not?" Her boss cough. "Don't let yourself be commandeered away by him! It's not work! You're my best friend and if you want to stay, stay." She starts to cough much more.
Grace looks at her for a moment. "Alright..."
Marian nods.
Grace sits back down on the bed.
Eric does not look happy.
Marian coughs and shivers with her temperature a bit up from this. Eric sighs and gets Marian's medicine. "I don't see why you invited her. She's making you worse." He mutters.
"Because it should be relaxing and fun without shouting." Marian coughs and sweats a little. Eric gives her the medicine.
Grace silently worries about Bob and wonders if it is visiting time yet.
Marian takes the meds and looks at Grace. Grace silently sits there, sort of wringing her flippers.
"Do I need to take you to the hospital?" She asks.
"Huh?" Grace nearly jumps and looks at her.
"You're not taking anyone anywhere. You're on Bedrest." Eric frowns.
"But I want to." Marian folds her flippers.
Eric looks at her and sighs. "Fine..."
Marian grins before starting to cough. She starts out of the bedroom though. Grace gets up and hops after her.
Eric just glares after Grace.
Marian goes ahead to the car. Grace hops after her and gets in. Marian gets in too and starts driving. Grace sits there and watches out the window. Marian drives and smiles at Grace. "Just ignore Eric, he's being a bit moody lately." She smiles. "He didn't get that promotion to Admiral for which he had been striving."
"Oh..." She nods a little.
Marian nods and drives. "And then I became sick and he had to clean up behind female tails." She laughs some.
Grace kind of chuckles a little.
Marian smiles and pulls up at the hospital. Grace then gets out and heads towards Bob's room.
Meanwhile at the ICU, the doctor hooks Bob up to the right medicines according to his file. Bob's still out and has a long piece of red fabric tight in his flipper. A nurse looks at him. "Do we need to get that from his flipper?" She asks.
The doctor looks at it. "You can try to take it from him and leave it on his night stand..."
"Alright." She nods and tries to get the scarf from Bob's flipper. He holds on really tightly. She pulls on the scarf. Bob still firmly holds on. "Golly, he's got a good grip..."
The doctor looks at them. "Maybe then cut it from his flipper?" He suggest.
"Eh, he's got it in a way that it is hard to cut..." She says.
"I guess then you can let him have it..." The doctor sighs. The nurse nods some. The doctor nods and looks Bob over. The nurse does the same. "Seems alright." The doctor nods and leaves. The nurse leaves, too.
Sometime later another nurse waddles in to check his stats. Bob is still out and has his flipper clenched around the scarf. He is moving a bit though. The nurse tries again to take the cloth. Bob now manages to move his flipper weakly away from her. She tries again to get his flipper and take the cloth. Bob now shakes his head and his heart-rate goes up. The nurse sighs. "Alright." She lets him keep the cloth. Bob smiles a little and softly relaxes his flipper a bit. The nurse waddles back out. Bob's face starts to drop as he feels that he is being left alone.
A few hours later, Grace hops in the hospital towards his room, with her friend Marian after her. Grace hops into the room quietly.
Bob's still silently laying there, with his flipper in a fist clenched around a red piece of fabric, hugged to his chest. Grace hops a little closer and gently pets his flipper. Bob doesn't react.
Marian watches them silently.
"Oh. There's my scarf..." She murmurs and softly pets him.
"Can you get it from him?" Marian kind of whispers.
Grace shrugs some. "Maybe...But, I think I'll let him have it for now..."
"Why?" Marian asks curiously.
"You see the grip he's got on it." Grace says. "And if he's having to lay here alone nearly all day, if it makes him feel less lonely, I think he can use it."
"You think he feels lonely when he is in a coma?" Marian asks as she waddles a bit closer.
"Wouldn't you?" Grace asks and pets him. He seems to smile a little.
"I thought he wouldn't feel or notice anything, personally..." Marian says.
Grace looks at her. "The only time you don't notice things like that is when you're dead." She says. "Even unconscious you can feel whether you are alone or not...He also should be able to hear us, you know, since he does have earholes..."
"So no talking?" Marian asks.
Grace face-flippers. "I'm sure he prefers us talking to him than sitting here in complete silence..."
Marian nods some. "But what do you say to a guy in coma?"
"Hi?" Grace shrugs. "I don't know?"
"But it is not like he can talk back or something..." Marian says and looks at Bob.
"Well...Sometimes you don't have to have a conversation all the time...I mean, a log can't talk back but you can tell it nearly everything and anything." She says and pets Bob's flipper.
"But he isn't really like a log, is he now?" Marian sighs some. "Anyway, I'm going to get coffee." She says and waddles out.
Grace shrugs some. She then softly hugs Bob's flipper. "I'm so glad you weren't really dead last night..." She mutters. Bob's other flipper moves just a little. Grace sniffs a little and thinks she shouldn't be upset much about him anyway since he isn't her man; he is someone else's. Bob's flipper moves a bit again. She silently sniffs and hugs his flipper. He moves that flipper now a little. Grace doesn't notice the movement and sniffs a little. Bob moves now a bit more. She now notices the movement and softly lays his flipper back on the bed as she thinks she must be bothering him. "Sorry..." She sniffs. He moves more. She watches him. He moves more as his machines start beeping again. She looks worriedly at his machines. The doctor waddles in and over to Bob with a nod to Grace. Grace looks at him. "Are those good beepings or not?"
"Beepings saying that Mr. Garrison was starting to wake up too much for our likings." The doctor smiles some softly at her and highers the sleep meds.
"Oh...Why isn't he supposed to wake yet?" She asks.
The doctor points at the tube in his throat. "Because of the oxygen tube, miss. It would hurt him and may give the feeling of choking. Besides that it could give him a 'gag reflex' which would be really bad, since he absolutely can't throw up now." The doctor says.
"Okay..." She nods a little.
The doctor nods. "So after he wakes up tomorrow, besides still having to have an oxygen tube in his nose, he's probably going to be hoarse with a sore throat." The doctor smiles some at her.
Grace nods a little and looks at Bob. "Okay..."
The doctor nods and waddles back out. Grace softly pets Bob's flipper and wonders a bit where Marian is. Marian waddles back into the room with her coffee. "Had a nice 'conversation'?" She sips from the coffee.
"Yeah, with the doctor..."
"Oh?" Marian sips from the coffee.
"Yeah, Bob was starting to wake up and he's not supposed to do that until tomorrow..." Grace nods some.
Marian looks some at her. "But I thought people were always supposed to wake up from comas?"
"He is just in a medicine-put coma because he's on oxygen treatment." Grace points at the tube.
Marian nods some and then thinks. "What do you think, should I change my name to Mariana? It sounds cute."
Grace looks at her. "What?"
"Changing my name to Mariana?" Marian shrugs.
"Why?" Grace asks confused.
"It sounds cute." Her friend shrugs again.
"Marian is nice, too." Grace says.
Marian shrugs some again.
"And I'm pretty used to saying Marian, Marian, I think it would take a while to start remembering to call you Mariana instead."
"Fine." Marian sighs. Grace nods some.
Marian now looks bored. Grace looks at Marian's coffee. Marian sips on it.
Bob's flipper moves a little. Grace looks at Bob's flipper and gently pets it. Bob's flipper tries to grasps Grace's. She looks at her flipper. Bob's flipper tries to get that flipper. Grace softly lets him have her flipper. Bob has her flipper with his hot and clammy one. She smiles some and softly squeezes his flipper. Bob doesn't give anymore reaction than having his flipper there. She looks at Marian now. Marian is bored. "If you're too bored you could go..." Grace says. "But how are you coming home then?"
"Taxi?" Grace shrugs. "Or sliding?"
Marian nods some.
Grace nods. "Yup."
"Alright…" Marian nods. "Bye, you two."
"Bye." Grace nods.
Marian nods and waddles out. Grace looks back at Bob. He's just laying there with his flipper in hers. She softly strokes his flipper. Bob is laying there. She sighs some. A nurse waddles in. Grace looks over at the nurse. The nurse nods to Grace and does something with the meds.
"What are you doing?" Grace asks.
"Adding a bit more sleep meds to his IV." The nurse says.
"But the doctor did that not long ago." Grace says.
"It's time now for more sleep meds, miss." The nurse says and points to the file. Grace looks at the file and the nurse a bit suspiciously.
"We can call the doctor if you don't trust it..."
Grace nods a bit. "Please."
The nurse nods and calls for the doctor. Grace waits and pets Bob.
The doctor then waddles in and looks at Grace.
"Are you sure he's to have more sleep meds now? I mean, not ten minutes ago you already gave him more." Grace says. "Are you sure that wouldn't be a near overdose?!"
The doctor looks at the file. "No, you're right miss. He indeed shouldn't have gotten more sleep meds."
Grace nods some and pets Bob.
The doctor nods and waddles out.
Grace looks at Bob and then gets into the bed next to him and hugs him. "I don't see how you worry me so much… But, I kinda like it..." She murmurs. Bob doesn't react. She hugs him softly. "But, I know you're not mine… I really hope you get quickly better, for Edmond at least..." Bob's flipper moves a little. "But… Just to say it… If you and Risette end up not working out… You and him and maybe the egg could stay with me for a bit if you need to… For… Eh, friendly reasons?" Bob's flipper moves still a little. She watches his flipper for a moment. "I guess I probably need to return to the chair before anyone gets any ideas from this..." She murmurs as she slowly gets up. Bob's flipper now moves on her belly. Grace looks at his flipper for a moment. "I think you've got me confused with someone else..." She sighs a little. Bob still has his flipper there. Grace softly gets his flipper and lays it on his own self and gets up with another sigh. Bob's heart rate immediately moves up.
"Alright, I'll stay here a moment longer..." Grace says and lays back down. Bob's heart rate lowers and his flipper moves again to her belly. She lays there and hopes that Risette or anyone doesn't waddle in. Bob has his flipper on her belly. Grace lays there and tries to not let herself like this. Bob seems to smile in his coma. She looks at him softly and decides to just play along.
Suddenly, the door to the room slams shut hard. "You flipping moron." Someone growls.
Grace looks at the door and sits up.
Risette then notices Grace. "Oh. What are you doing with my husband?"
"Just sitting here being company. He's in a coma." Grace says with a look. "Not that you care."
"You were laying in his bed." Risette growls.
"Just laying here talking to him as friends." She shrugs. "You know, being nice and not calling him a moron or anything, which he ain't."
"Oh, but he is." Risette shrugs.
"No, ma'am, he ain't." She says. "He's one of the best men I've ever met and if anything you're the moron for treating him like you do."
Risette narrows her eyes at her. "Are you calling me a moron, miss…?"
Grace shrugs. "I could call you an abusive witch, but I figured a moron was a tad nicer."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Risette grins. "I was really under the impression my husband called you the witch." She fakes a sort of innocent giggle.
Grace feels a little hurt at that and shrugs. "I am one, but at least I'm not a seal in fake feathers." She snorts. "You're as vicious as a viper, Miss Grinch."
"Oh, am I now?" She blinks her eyes some in a giggle. "How can I be if I'm the one that gets laid at night by the guy you speak dear of?" She giggles.
"Everyone makes their mistakes." Grace snorts. "But, I doubt you'll be having him much longer if you keep abusing him. The doctors know about it now, too. They just need for me to say the word and you'll be shipped off to a prison somewhere unknown."
She just giggles at that.
Grace looks at her. "And what is so funny about this?"
"You." Risette giggles. "You really think that moron is going to ship me off to a prison? While I'm pregnant and taking care of his children because he is too lazy to do it himself with his fat butt?"
"He's not lazy. He's busy at work doing work so that he can make money to take care of you and your witchy ways and his children." Grace snorts. "And he's not fat!"
"Hmpf, have you seen him? The guy is overweight for sure." Risette says. "And working? I doubt he does that. I think he is more using his time flirting with you."
"No, he is just right for his breed." Grace says and shakes her head. "And we don't flirt. He does his work and he does it well."
Risette laughs some. "Just right? Have you seen his fat body?" She grins. "And you do."
Bob starts to look a bit distressed.
Grace looks at him. "He's just big boned and floofy...And he looks kind of stressed."
"Well, I guess this thing here actually will do him some good." Risette snorts.
Grace glares at her. "How are you so heartless? Don't you love him?"
Risette giggles some. "Oh, of course I love my dear husband. I adore him." She nearly purrs.
"Then why do you hurt him and make him feel like he's nothing?" Grace snorts.
"Because that's what he needs, of course."
"No one needs abused or to feel like they're nothing." Grace crosses her flippers.
"Oh, but he asks for it. He knows he deserves it, miss." Risette purrs. "Maybe he even likes it."
Grace looks at her. "Likes it enough to nearly commit suicide? Oh yeah, sounds like paradise." She frowns.
"He's just crazy." Risette shrugs. "And that was your fault, remember?"
"Not according to him." Grace shakes her head.
"Oh? He told me something completely different."
Grace looks at her. "Oh?"
Risette nods. "He told me en personne* how you talked him down..."
"I? I have done nothing of the sort." Grace says. "You're fibbing."
"How are you so sure I'm the one lying?" Risette says. "He married me, for your information."
"Because you've already lied to me the other day on the phone. Someone who lies once will lie again and are often hiding something."
"Oh, you want to know what I am hiding?" Risette snorts.
Grace looks at her. "Who says I'm wondering?" She says.
Risette shrugs. "Who says you aren't?"
"You're cheating, aren't you?" Grace then simply states.
"No. I was going to say that that man you're nearly worshipping on his little bed, loves me enough to lay me down at night and give me a ride you only can dream off. No matter how I treat him. He'll love me and will never love you." Risette chuckles and blows a kiss over her flipper at Grace. "How about you think of that, honey."
Grace shrugs. "True as that is, you have a letter poking out of your feathers and I can sniff a very light male's cologne on you, which is not Bob's." She says.
"Never had to pay any taxes?"
Grace gives her a look. "I'm on to you. I will find out the truth and when I do, I will act upon my information." She nearly growls.
"So, I have an admirer. Booo-hoooo." Risette makes baby cry movements with her flippers in her eyes. "Jealous much, witch?"
"Very." She admits. "But that's not why I distrust you."
Risette chuckles some and waddles closer to Bob. Grace watches her. Risette runs with the tip of her flipper over her husband's hot cheek. "How easy it is to play a puppy." She mutters, pressing harder on his cheek than necessary. Grace watches with a look.
Risette then flicks her flipper at his cheek. "So… Boring." She sighs and then waddles out.
Grace silently growls a bit and then softly pets him. He seems still distressed. "I'm sorry...If I'm stressing you too much I can go..." She whispers. Bob's flipper moves to Grace again. She looks at his flipper and feels sad and guilty. His flipper tries to move on Grace's flipper. She lets him and sniffs. Bob calms down. Grace quietly cries some. Bob is on the bed. His boss cries quietly beside him and softly holds his flipper. Bob seems to move again on the bed. She silently cries beside him and feels bad from her talk with Risette. "Do you really call me a witch at home? It's okay if you do..." Bob moves even more. Grace sniffs and wipes her eyes. Bob shakes his head some before making some gagging sounds. Grace looks worriedly at him and presses for the doctor. Bob's eyes then open and he looks panicked as he gags and feels like choking.
Grace looks at him panicked and pets him. "Shhh, Bob, calm down!" She presses the button a few more times.
The nurse waddles over. "Yes, miss?"
Bob is gagging and in panic.
"He's nearly woken up!" Grace panicked says.
The nurse waddles out and calls for a doctor.
Bob panics and gags and now manages to look at Grace. Grace is looking very panicked and worried. Bob looks even more panicked.
The doctor waddles in.
Grace looks at the doctor and back at Bob. She tries to get his flipper. "Y-You're okay, calm down..."
The doctor waddles over and starts to immediately inject stuff in Bob's flipper.
Bob looks very panicked at Grace and feels like choking. Grace looks at him. "It's just the oxygen tube..." He looks panicked and in pain back.
The doctor injects the full thing. "Now calm down, Mr. Garrison." He says. Grace is very worried. Bob falls back asleep.
The doctor now looks at Grace. Grace is pretty worried and panicked. "It's okay, miss." Grace looks at him, but doesn't look convinced. "Why that look, miss?" The doctor asks.
"You gave him a full sedation. That is often deadly!" She says.
"Well, he wouldn't stay asleep with the lower doses." The doctor says.
Grace nods a little and looks at him.
"Anymore questions?"
Grace thinks for a moment and then nods. "Off topic, but do you know of where I can have this checked to see if it is ready to be taken off?" She asks, looking at her leg.
"What's the injury and how long has it been on?" The doctor asks.
"Eh, broken in a car accident around mid-December?" Grace shrugs.
"Then it probably needs to at least mid January, miss." The doctor says.
"Really? Bob had said maybe about another week when he casted it and stuff..."
"Did he really say that, miss?" the doctor looks at her.
"He said six weeks roughly, and next week would be roughly six weeks." She shrugs.
"So it ought to stay on until at least then." The doctor says and gives her a look.
"Come on, surely it's good enough! I'm sick of this thing and having to hop around like a one-legged kangaroo everywhere!"
"You need to contact your specialist for this, miss. I'm sorry." The doctor says and waddles out.
"But I don't really have a specialist..." She sighs and disappointedly rests her head on her flipper.
Bob's flipper moves a little. She looks at him. "You sleep well, Bob..." She sighs as she gets up. Bob just lays there. Grace gently covers him up better before hopping out with a sigh. She calls for a taxi as she hops out. The taxi drives in front of the hospital. She hops out to it and thinks about where she should go. She tells him her address. He nods and drives. She looks out the window. The guy drives. Grace sighs some and looks at her cast. She wonders if she could take it off herself. The taxi stops in front of her house. She pays him and then hops out. The taxi drives away. Grace hops into her house and lays on her couch.
Translations:
*En personne - in person