TRIXIE CHAPTER 28

Don was moving about, muttering. Alan was shaken awake by a pair of hands,
"Alan…Alan.."

"Huh?" Alan looked at Trixie.

"Don, Don's having a bad dream." Trixie said.

Alan stood up and went to Don, Don was moving his head as if he was trying to shake off something.

When Alan realized that Don was having a dream, he called out to him.

"Donnie, it's alright, go back to sleep, it's alright."

Alan put his hand on Don's bandaged forehead and he got a shock, his forehead was very hot to touch.

He looked at his watch and noticed that only one and half hours had passed since the nurse came in to check him.

"Alan, what's the matter with Don? Is Don alright?"

"Trixie, you wait here for a moment, er.. where's Amita?"

"She said she's gone out for a walk."

"Can you stay here for a moment, I need to call the nurse."

"Alan, press the bell here, they'll come." said Trixie.

"Huh? Oh, OK you press the bell Trixie." Alan was lost momentarily. He was worried about Don's high fever and the fact that he could not wake him up due to the heavy sedation.
He quickly went to the bathroom.

Trixie went near Don's pillow and pressed the bell. She put out her hand to hold Don's hand which was lying across his stomach.

She held on to his fingers and squeezed, "Don, Don I'm here."

Instinctively, he stopped moving and Clara came in.

"Hi, you press the bell, Trixie?"

"Yes, Clara, I've told her to do it. Don's very hot, he not supposed to be that hot." Alan said folding a towel into a long strip.

"Trixie dear, sit on the chair, I want to put this round Don's head." Alan said and moved aside for Trixie. He took her place and placed the towel on top of Don's forehead.
Don instinctly flinched a bit when the coldness of the towel touched his head.
Alan was careful not to wet the bandage on his head.

Clara was checking the IV drip and adjusting it and then she pulled an electronic thermometer and stuck it on Don's ear.

"Oh dear." She muttered.

"Is it very high?" Alan asked.

"Yes, I'll give a call to Dr. Stewart, he might want to give Don something for this." Clara went out.

Charlie came back with Amita he met her on his way back and David.

He saw Clara going out, "What's the matter Dad?"

"Don's temperature shot up, Clara just checked him and she's calling Dr. Stewart."

Amita came near and took Trixie to sit on the sofa. David went with them.

David asked Amita, 'When did this happened?"

"Not sure, I just went out to stretch my legs." Amita said and then she turned to Trixie,"Trix, when did this happen?"

"Just now not too long ago, Don was moving and Alan was dozing on the chair.
I saw Don moving his head and I woke Alan up and told him that Don must be having a bad dream. I rang the bell for Clara and then I held his hand and told him that I'm here."

David looked at Amita, and smiled.
Trixie continued, " When I was having a nightmare yesterday Don held me and called out to me and then I felt Don holding me. I was not scared anymore."

"That's good Trixie, did Don stop moving then?"

"He did, he did, really he did." Trixie said looking at Amita and David.

"That's good, Trixie, that's very good. Now the doctor will give Don something to make his temperature go down. "

"Why is Don's temperature up?" Trixie asked Amita.

"Well, I am not a medical doctor, so I am not sure. It could be his injuries had all those bad thingys that cases infection. Or it could be his body is not doing too well or not enough medicine to keep those bacterial infections away. We'll have to wait for the doctor." Amita rubbed Trixie's back to assure her.

"Mita…"

"Yes, Trixie" Amita answered, looking at David when he nudged her shoulder.

"Mita?" he smiled.

Amita chose to ignore him and turned to Trixie.

"When are you and Charlie getting married?"

"When we're ready, say another year's time?"

"So you don't mind waiting for Charlie?"

"Er… excuse me ladies, I'll leave you to your chatter, I'm going to look for Megan." David said smiling at the two ladies and he left.

"No, Trixie, when you love someone and that someone loves you, you don't mind waiting, it's all the fun in waiting, planning until we both have decided when's the right time, Does that answer your question?"
"Yes, Mita, it does, that you very much. I might want to tell you something sometime but not now."

"That's alright, anytime you want to confide in me, Trixie, I'm all ears."

Trixie laughed then commented that one pair of ears is enough, too many, you'll looked like Shrek. Both of them giggled.

Trixie then asked Amita, "Mita, do you think that Don would like music?"

"Yes, Trixie, Don likes music. He plays a bit of piano, you know?"

Trixie opened her mouth wide in surprise, "Oh yes?"

"Yes, when he and Charlie were small, they both learned the piano. Later they both gave up, Don had his baseball and Charlie had and still has his Math."

"Oh.. it's a pity they gave up. Piano is so, so, so beautiful. Its makes beautiful music."

"Trixie, do you play the piano?"

"Yes, and someday I hope to further my music at the Royal College of Music,London.
Daddy said I can go if I made the grade. I have the grades but I don't have the age. They take in students age seventeen and above.
Daddy already wrote to them and gave them my grades and even had a teacher to test me again." Trixie shrugged her shoulders.

"So what happened?"
Amita was anxious to know what happened.

"I made the grade and over but I still need to be seventeen. Daddy is making arrangement to get me a private tutor and to take their entrance exams and if I do very well they might consider this as special case."

"My goodness, Trixie you must be very, very good."

"I started playing the piano when I was four years old ..but…"

"But what, Trixie?"

"I stopped playing for six months because mommy said I was trau..trau.."

"Traumatized? You were traumatized by something?"

"Yes, but I'd rather not talk about it."

Amita stared at her, this little girl talking about being traumatized, what's next?

"er.. OK, Trixie. "

Trixie asked Amita, "Mita, do you think Don would like to listen if I played for him? Not now but when I'm better?"

"Yes, he would, he plays a bit now, I think. I heard Charlie said that he heard him playing a short composition of his mom's."

"Don's mom is a pianist?"

"Was, she died not too long ago. She played but she chose the law over piano."

"Why?"

"Trixie sometimes people don't have the luxury to choose whatever he or she wants or fancies. Sometimes its circumstances that make them chose the second best. You understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, I understand." she answered.
Amita smiled and ruffled her head, "so small yet so adult."

"Dr. Stewart is here. Come Trixie, we'll go out and let the doctor check Don." Amita stood up and went out of the door, Charlie and Alan followed behind.

Tbc..

Thanks to Mikiss