Trixie Chapter 4

He faintly heard Trixie shrieks , this time with terror, he reached out for her, "Tri…..Trix…ie…" he heard no more for he had blacked out momentarily.

Screaming Don's name,Trixie fell on the floor beside Don and someone tried to pull her away, she resisted.

The nurses who saw them playing earlier came running and saw Don on the floor with Trixie crying and another man standing by looking down at the scene with a confused face.

They looked at each other confused for the sudden change of scene, one of the nurse told her friend, "Page Dr. Stewart."

Another nurse gently took Trixie away, "Come on love, let Jenny look after yer friend."

The confused man stood staring at horror of what he did,
"Trixie darling girl, I'm sorry I didn't know he's your friend, you were shrieking and pulling away, I thought he was taking you away." He knelt down to gather the crying Trixie in his arms.

"Dad…dy…"in between sobs Trixie said, "we were playing a game! He's my friend Don and now you, you've killed him." Trixie continued crying.

"No, my love, he's just knocked out, you go on with your daddy, we'll take care of him, see Dr. Stewart is coming." Jenny said making a sign at Trixie's father to take her away.

Dr. Stewart ran up and saw Don on the floor,quickly squat down and gently turned Don's head, saw a bruise forming and he unzipped the sweatshirt he had on and exposed the badaged shoulder and saw what he suspected when he touched the shirt, the bandaged site was spreading red.

"What the hell happened? Where's the gurney?" Dr. Stewart shouted over the din.

A small crowd had formed and one of the nurses was trying to get the corridor cleared.

"Coming doctor, Lee over here, Jenny called out the orderly pushing the gurney.

"Oh God, what was wrong with his shoulder? I'm sorry I didn't know, so sorry.….." Trixie's father looked in alarm at the spreading red on Don's shoulder.

Nobody answered him, Don was moving about, groggily trying to wake up, when they wanted to load him to the gurney, he pushed the hands away ,"Easy, Don, you cracked you head and opened up your stitches, easy, let us help you to the gurney." Dr. Stewart said and slowly with Lee helped him up to get onto the gurney.

"Don!"

"Pixie? You're alright?"

"Yes, I'm sorry Don, my daddy thought ..."

"It's OK, pixie, tell your daddy it's OK."

Everyone kept quiet and Don closed his eyes, Dr. Stewart shook him and said,
"Don, keep awake till I can check you over. Don…"

"Umm..OK am awake…get my dad? He's … canteen." Don mumbled.

Someone was pushing through the crowd, "Excuse me…."

"Donnie…they told me you were attacked?"

"Easy…dad..easy, it's all a misunderstanding..Eh.Doc, can we go?"

After a while, Don was safely back in his room. The earlier nurse who had looked after Don came in this time with a cart. She went up to Alan and politely asked him to wait outside while the Doctor examined Don.

"Ok Don, did you passed out after that knock on the head?" Dr. Stewart asked shining a light on his eyes.

"Only for a very short while- a few seconds."

"Sure?"

"Think so, I heard Trixie crying and people talking above me."

"OK, umm not too bad, I don't think you have concussion but you'll be sporting a lovely bruise on your forehead, your stitches broke and you bled quite a bit,
I have to do a little stitching here. I'll give you an injection on site first."

It was some twenty minutes that the doctor was finished with Don.
Despite all this, the doctor laughed and jokingly said that his temperature had gone down a bit and told Don that the shock of hitting the head must have something to do it.

Don came back with a smarty reply, "Then I must go and hit my head more times for it to be normal."

The doctor came back with, "Then you'll be my guest for a longer time?"

This time no answer from Don.

"These new antibiotics are working, so hopefully it will go down a bit more and there's no need for the blood work."

"Then I can be discharged?"

"We'll see, we'll see. What did I tell you? No gallivanting? See what happened?"

"It was all a misunderstanding."

He left and told him to get a good night's rest.

Dr. Stewart went out and had a short chat with Alan and his parting words were "Try to keep your son in bed?"

Alan said," I'll sit on him if the need arises."

Dr. Stewart laughed and went off.

Alan came in and Don was sporting a brand new sling and he was about the put his legs on the floor, Alan called out," Stop in the name of the law!"

"I am the law." Don said and he looked at his father and shook his head, "I heard what Dr.Stewart told you, unless you want me to pee in bed?"

Don didn't wait for a reply, slipped his feet into slip-on shoes brought from home by his father and walked to the washroom.

Alan took out his phone and called Charlie and a short conversation with him, after which he sat on the sofa and started doing his crossword puzzle again.

Don came back and without his sling and went back to bed, turned on his good side and pulled the blanket over himself.

Alan looked at him over his newspaper and was a bit amused to see Don sulking, sighed got up and went to the washroom to retrieve his sling. It was slightly wet; he draped it over the back of the chair near his bed.

He was soon asleep, Alan waited for a while then went near his bed, he was still in the dark as what had happened earlier on. He had forgotten to ask Dr. Stewart about it.
He saw that there was a growing bruise on his forehead and he lightly put his hand on his forehead and brushed his hair.
He stirred and Alan quickly took his hand away.

Alan dozed on the chair, another half an hour passed by before he was woken by a knock on the door and Charlie came into the room with Amita and they both were carrying 2 bags of take away each.

Alan gave Amita a peck on the cheek and Charlie turned his cheek jokingly for a kiss. Alan affectionately gave him a slap and asked why the take away.

Charlie explained, "Dad, we were running late and have no time to go home and reheat the soup for Don and as we have not taken our dinner so we brought dinner here to eat with you two. We bought the alternative, wanton soup and with some noodles."
How's Don?"

" Yes, Alan, how's Don?" Amita asked putting the packets of take away on the low table.

"Sleeping now, there's was an episode just now."

"Episode? What episode?" Charlie stared at his father.

"No episode." came from the bed, Don who was woken up by the knock on the door, slowly turn and got out of bed. Alan went to him but he put out his hand and walked towards the sofa.

tbc