"She's okay, she's okay," I heard Atticus reassuring him as soon as I reached his door. I swung it open to find Atticus holding him down as thrashed around on the bed.
"Jem wake up. You're safe. Nobody's going to hurt you here."
"Atticus is right, Jem, open your eyes," I order as I climb on the bed.
He did open his eyes as soon as he heard my voice. His eyes were distant and he looked like hell. Mr. Ewell beat him hard. Of course his arm was broken but he had bruises and cuts all across his face and neck. Big patches of blue and purple. A little slit under his right eye tells me he must of knifed him, as well.
"Son," Atticus says grabbing Jem's face. "Listen, you're okay. I'm here, your sister's here, Cal's here. We love you."
"Mama!"
Mama? Did he just say Mama?
"I saw her, Atticus," Jem says looking more alert and alive. "She was in the woods. She was with Scout, holding her back when Mr. Ewell went after her. That was until, a man came out and stopped him and then when she reckoned she was safe, she came sat by me. She was hugging me. I wasn't afraid because I knew who she was. Just like I remember her."
"Oh my Lord," Calpurnia gasped. I forgot she was standing at the doorway with me.
"What's for breakfast, Cal?" Jem asked in all seriousness. All three of us couldn't help but chuckle for a minute.
"God bless you, Child," she walked over and gave him a kiss on his bruised cheek. "I got some Cream of Wheat and buttermilk biscuits."
"That sounds great, Cal. You got honey for the biscuits?"
"Sure do, Mister Jem."
Who cared about breakfast? Jem saw Mama. Did that mean he actually died? Did she talk to him? What did her voice sound like? Not fair! I want to see Mama!