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Chapter 22
In the ambulance, Mason was sitting by Julia’s side holding her hand. He felt he
probably needed this more than she did; he was trying to think positively, but he was
overwhelmed with fear.
CC insisted on going to the hospital with them; of course he went by his own car and
he would not go into the ward, either; but he also had his fears after Mary, and he
wanted to be there for Mason in any case.
“Nowadays accidents happen very seldom,” Julia said wriggling. “It can’t happen to
you twice, Mason.”
“No, of course not,” he agreed willingly. “You just do not forget to breathe during the
spasms.”
“Ok; th – thank you.”
“I’d prefer ‘thickhead’ and objects flying at me.”
“Will you stay with me through all this?” Julia pleaded.
“Of course I will. Try to relax and get some rest.”
There was a tear on her temple, and Mason wiped it off tenderly.
“You’re the very best husband,” she said weakly closing her eyes.
“My love,” Mason articulated inaudibly.
The words felt strange on his lips. He’d been sure once he’d never feel this again.
*
Once they got to the hospital the nurse gaped at Julia. Probably she did not have
patients in their wedding dresses too often.
There was a wheel-chair prepared for Julia. “I won’t sit into it,” Julia said recoiling.
“Ms Wainwright--”
“Mrs Capwell,” Mason corrected. “She doesn’t want the wheel-chair; is this
understood?”
The nurse looked at Mason and decided against arguing. “You’ll have to walk then,”
she said.
Julia hung on Mason’s arm. “I just cannot be sitting immobile right now,” she
explained apologetically.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you do not want to.”
“Breathe,” the nurse said and showed how.
They got to the ward. Julia was helped out of her wedding dress into the hospital
uniform, and so was Mason. Then Julia had to lie down. Immediately there was a
needle stuck into her vein and a medicine dripping into her blood; on her belly they
arranged some sensors and got them connected to a screen.
“What is this for?” Mason asked.
“So that we can observe the process and control it better.”
Julia shut her eyes. In between the dropper and the screen with all the cables, Mason
did not even know where to find a place for himself.
“Dr Merrick!” he begged.
They took pity and made room for him. Julia was breathing evenly; what was the
medicine, he wondered. Was it a pain killer? Or did it relax the spasms? Could they
be trying to stop the process?
“Is she asleep?” he whispered to Dr. Merrick.
“No Mr Capwell; but she must use every minute she has to have a little rest now. It’s
going to be okay; all the parameters are normal.”
Mason sat down and looked around helplessly.
In the ambulance, Mason was sitting by Julia’s side holding her hand. He felt he
probably needed this more than she did; he was trying to think positively, but he was
overwhelmed with fear.
CC insisted on going to the hospital with them; of course he went by his own car and
he would not go into the ward, either; but he also had his fears after Mary, and he
wanted to be there for Mason in any case.
“Nowadays accidents happen very seldom,” Julia said wriggling. “It can’t happen to
you twice, Mason.”
“No, of course not,” he agreed willingly. “You just do not forget to breathe during the
spasms.”
“Ok; th – thank you.”
“I’d prefer ‘thickhead’ and objects flying at me.”
“Will you stay with me through all this?” Julia pleaded.
“Of course I will. Try to relax and get some rest.”
There was a tear on her temple, and Mason wiped it off tenderly.
“You’re the very best husband,” she said weakly closing her eyes.
“My love,” Mason articulated inaudibly.
The words felt strange on his lips. He’d been sure once he’d never feel this again.
*
Once they got to the hospital the nurse gaped at Julia. Probably she did not have
patients in their wedding dresses too often.
There was a wheel-chair prepared for Julia. “I won’t sit into it,” Julia said recoiling.
“Ms Wainwright--”
“Mrs Capwell,” Mason corrected. “She doesn’t want the wheel-chair; is this
understood?”
The nurse looked at Mason and decided against arguing. “You’ll have to walk then,”
she said.
Julia hung on Mason’s arm. “I just cannot be sitting immobile right now,” she
explained apologetically.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you do not want to.”
“Breathe,” the nurse said and showed how.
They got to the ward. Julia was helped out of her wedding dress into the hospital
uniform, and so was Mason. Then Julia had to lie down. Immediately there was a
needle stuck into her vein and a medicine dripping into her blood; on her belly they
arranged some sensors and got them connected to a screen.
“What is this for?” Mason asked.
“So that we can observe the process and control it better.”
Julia shut her eyes. In between the dropper and the screen with all the cables, Mason
did not even know where to find a place for himself.
“Dr Merrick!” he begged.
They took pity and made room for him. Julia was breathing evenly; what was the
medicine, he wondered. Was it a pain killer? Or did it relax the spasms? Could they
be trying to stop the process?
“Is she asleep?” he whispered to Dr. Merrick.
“No Mr Capwell; but she must use every minute she has to have a little rest now. It’s
going to be okay; all the parameters are normal.”
Mason sat down and looked around helplessly.
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