Chapter 3:
"Excuse me" smiled the young doctor as he strolled into Sophie's ward, catching Sophie and Robert in a rather close embrace. They looked up, blushing and the doctor sat on the wooden stool in the corner.
"Would you prefer me to talk in English or French? I am fluent in both" he asked them.
"English please! So my boyfriend can understand." Sophie replied, feeling a glow inside as she called Robert her boyfriend!
"Ok…I'm afraid, we've found some disturbing results from the tests we took when you were sleeping Sophie." The doctor grimaced.
"Such as..?" asked Sophie…becoming slightly worried.
"Well, it would appear that you have damaged your legs slightly…… Sophie, I'm going to tell you straight. You may never be able to walk again."
"W-w-what!" Sophie sat there in utter shock. Her legs! The legs that had led a car chase around the great Paris…the legs that had frantically ran through London……her legs! She stared at the doctor like he had just sprouted an orange moustache. She was in shock.
Next to her, Robert was feeling quite sick. He rested his head on the blue hospital chair and started to think…his Princess Sophie…. His poor, poor Princess Sophie. Her grandfather would be saturated with disappointment to think….Sophie would never be able to walk again. As soon as the doctor said it the room had been brimming with shock.
" I hate to break the silence….but we'll have to have a look at your legs Sophie, they got quite a battering when you fell, unfortunately, they got so much of a battering…that from the waist down; you're paralyzed. It's unfortunate...very unfortunate…" the doctor softly spoke, watching Sophie's innocent angel like face start to swim with tears. The doctor walked over to the bed and lifted off the covers. "Well Sophie….there's no time like the present; we need to see what we need to do to help…"
"O-Of course……Robert darling, please can you ring my grandmere and ask her to come…I need her with me.." whimpered Sophie, putting on a brave act.
"I'll go right away" replied Robert, eager to do the best he could; he got off the lumpy chair and made his way to the payphone.
