Dr. Granner and Angel emerged through the door, with Angel smiling--well--angelicly, and Dr. Granner tense and looked nauseous.
"So, how's Max?" Angel asked, her angelic face never changing expression
"She fine. She fell asleep about about five minutes of my check-up. Besides that, she ruptured her third air sack on the right. She she's not allowed out of bed for any reason." Dr. Martinez filled Angel in. Then she turned to Dr. Granner, "I need you to give her a catheter. She's not to get out of bed for any reaso. Not even bathroom breaks."
"I-I can do that." Dr. Granner said, still a little shaken up about her conversation with Angel.
"How long will Max be confined to her bed?" Angel asked, her face decorated with fear and worry.
At least two weeks. No, not only about a week. Two weeks, Angel." Dr. Martinez said, noticing that Angel was going to open her mouth to correct her.
"But what about Nudge?" Angel asked, her large blue eyes staring at Dr. Martinez, with small beads of tears forming in each corner.
"I'm sorry, Angel. I think that you would rather get Nudge back later then have Max fall out of the sky from lack of oxygen, right?" Dr. Martinez said, put her hands softly on Angel's shoulders.
"Yeah... But...." Angel murmured, as she started to cry.
"It'll all be okay. You know that." Dr. Martinez hugged Angel close to her chest, kissing her forehead.
Dr. Granner watched this and reminded herself, no matter how fierce Angel acts, she is still just a little girl.
