Patrick went quickly to the kitchen to get Shelagh's medication, trying to minimize the time she needed to endure without being in his arms.
"Here, Shelagh, I promise I don't have to leave you for a while now."
"Patrick, will you hold me now? Please?" Shelagh sounded young and scared, a combination Patrick had never heard from Shelagh.
"Yes, Shelagh. You try and rest now."
Rather than trying to respond, Shelagh pushed herself deeper into his arms and let Patrick be her rock. Unfortunately, this sense of serenity created between the two of them didn't last very long, and roughly fifteen minutes after they settled, Shelagh suddenly sat up, promptly vomiting in a shockingly Angela way.
"Are you alright, Shelagh?"
"Patrick, my stomach is churning and very painful."
"It's alright Shelagh, how about I walk you to the lavatory and then nip into the bedroom and grab you a clean nightdress?"
"Alright," Shelagh whispered weakly.
As Patrick searched in their bedroom for a nightdress, he encountered a setback- the only nightdresses he could find were far out of season. After a few moments of thought, Patrick pulls a Burgundy nightshirt out of his drawer. It was from a pair of pajamas that both he and Shelagh found comforting." Perfect," he thought
In the end, Shelagh had a total of four vomiting spells and one dry heaving session. Patrick couldn't do this; he couldn't watch Shelagh go backward because other people didn't want to provide critical information.
Once Shelagh and Patrick decided that it was safe, Patrick gently tucked Shelagh into the settee, retreating to the phone in the hall. Patrick needed answers; he needed to know whether Shelagh was reacting to the Isonizad that she was on because it could become dangerous.
There was one person that the Sanitorium would be obligated to release information to John Evans, his current locum. After six rings, the phone picked up with a weary voice.
" Evans residence, Doctor speaking."
" John. It's Patrick. I need your help with something."
" Patrick, it's a bit late to be doing projects."
" John. I'm serious; I can't get Saint Anne's to release information about Shelagh to me, and I'm a bit worried that she has an allergic reaction."
" I'm sorry, Patrick; I should have known that you'd need something extraordinary. Were you married during her time in the Sanatorium?"
" No, and I'm not sure whether her records would be under Shelagh Mannion- her first and maiden name, or Sister Bernadette from the Order of Saint Raymond Nonnatus."
" I'll see what I can do, but my advice would be to stop the medication now and inform the doctor who prescribed it in the morning."
" Thank You, John, I appreciate your help. I will inform her other doctor in the morning."
" You're welcome, Patrick. I'll talk to you in the morning. Give my best to too."
" Goodnight, John."
" Goodnight, Patrick."
When Patrick put the phone down a few moments later, he was made aware of soft whimpers emerging from the living room. When he reentered the room, he noticed that Shelagh was no longer sleeping peacefully, but fully awake and seemingly in excruciating pain.
" What's wrong, Shelagh? Where does it hurt?" Patrick gently asked as he knelt next to the settee.
" My stomach Patrick. It hurts so much."
" How about I help you to the lavatory and get some milk of magnesia for you? Would that help?"
" I don't know, but okay."
Knowing that he would spill the milk of magnesia if he tried to get it first, Patrick walked Shelagh to the lavatory and then went about getting a dose of the medication ready for her.
Although the medication did seem to ease Shelagh's discomfort, she still looked miserable, and the pair fell asleep, nestled in dreams together on the settee.
It felt like mere minutes later that Patrick woke to the sound of the telephone ringing. He was glad that Shelagh seemed to be in a deep sleep and undisturbed by the event.
" Tuner residence, speaking," Patrick answered with sleep thick in his voice.
" Patrick, it's John." the caller frantically spoke.
" John, what's wrong?"
" I just received information about your wife's treatment at Saint Anne's."
" John, what do her notes say."
" They say that the Isonizad that she took then caused stomach upset and an allergic reaction when she started it. They had to pull her off of it and start the other two drugs before restarting it."
" John-"
" Patrick, I need you to get her to the maternity home as soon as possible. I need to keep an eye on until I feel confident that the Isonizad is out of her system entirely."
Author's Note: I'm sorry you've had to wait so long for this chapter, and it's shorter than other chapters that I've put up faster. I'm not exactly sure when the next chapter will be up, mostly because of some things happening in my personal life. I have two days off later this week from work, but I don't know if I'll get a chapter up- thus, I'm sorry about the cliffhanger.