fortunate if it were he lying in this bed with more bruises than a map had roads, hurting something awful and not daring to show it because he had to convince a doctor that he was well enough to get out of here today, instead of tomorrow?
He was writing on the chart, and she knew it was a forerunner to his leaving. Panic assailed her, but before she could ask for an early release, he said, âYouâre doing remarkably well. Keep this up and youâll be going home in the morning.â
She cleared her throat. âDr. Upton, Iâd like to go home today.â
He looked at her sharply from under a dubiously arched eyebrow. âI would say thatâs pushing it, Maddie.â
âI feel fine, and I have responsibilities.â
âWe all do, but an accident such as yours really putseverything else on hold. Or, it should. You havenât had a lot of visitors. Donât you have family or friends living in the vicinity?â
âIâm from Montana, and my friends go where the rodeos take them. Doctor, Iâve been completely self-sufficient for years, and Iâm perfectly capable of applying antibiotic creams or salves to my scrapes and bruises, and taking pills on a timed schedule. I canât just lie here and wish for a miracle. I want to go home today. Right now, in fact, or as soon as I can be checked out. Please release me, Dr. Upton. Please.â
The doctor studied her chart. âWell, your vitals have been stable for more than twenty-four hours,â he murmured, and appeared to be thinking for several moments. Then his gaze lifted. âHow would you get home? Is there someone you could call to come and pick you up? I donât want you driving today, Maddie.â
Her pulse quickened because he hadnât immediately refused her request. âI would call a taxi,â she said honestly. âI donât have a vehicle here if I wanted to drive home, which I donât.â
âOkay, tell you what. Let me see you get out of bed and walk around. Iâll release you today if I see that you are truly mobile.â
Maddie gulped, but she forced herself to sit up, shove her sheet aside and then cautiously slide off the bed to put her feet on the floor. There were hospital slippers down there somewhere, but she was afraid that if she bent over to look for them she might pass out. So she held the back of her gown shut with her left hand and took a barefoot stroll around the room, fighting nausea and dizziness every step of the way.
âOkay, youâve convinced me,â Dr. Upton declared. âIt will take about two hours to check you out. Youâll be taking prescriptions for antibiotics and painkillers with you. Get them filled right here in the hospital pharmacy or on your wayhome, whichever you prefer. Iâd like to see you in my office in a week. Call for an appointment and tell the receptionist to fit you in. Iâll try to remember to tell her your name and to expect your call.â
âThank you,â Maddie said with her very last ounce of strength. She was so glad that Dr. Upton left right away that she could have cheered. Instead, she stumbled to the bed and groaned under her breath while struggling to get herself back on it. Finally prone and covered with the sheet again, with her heart beating overly fast from the exertion, she shut her eyes and suffered in silence.
But the pain didnât matter. She was going to be free to check on Fanny in a matter of hours. For that privilege she could stand anything.
Maddie had managed to relax some when a nurse came in and stated cheerfully, âSo, youâre leaving us already.â The woman took Maddieâs wrist and checked her pulse.
âYes, Iâll be leaving as soon asâ¦â It hit her suddenly and hard enough to make her groan.
âYouâre in pain again?â the nurse asked with a concerned expression.
âNo, I just realized that I have nothing