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Bobby's Rainy Day Adventure
Copyright 2006 by Heather Rose Brown
CHAPTER V
The hard soles of my Mary Janes clicked on the wet blacktop as I ran to
catch up with Terri. When the damp breeze picked up, I thought I
recognized the stink of gas fumes and burnt motor oil. My pulse raced
in my throat as I tried not to imagine a leaking gas tank bursting into
flames with my mom trapped inside. Ahead of us, Aunt Joan was leading
Cori by the hand across the dark parking lot towards the brightly lit
emergency entrance of the hospital.
"We going too fast for you, Bobby?" Terri craned her neck around and
held out her hand.
"Oh no, I'm fine." I took a couple of running hops until I caught up
with Terri and grabbed her hand.
Terri moved her umbrella to protect us both from the light drizzle.
"Okay, just watch out for th..."
Just then my right shoe was flooded with something damp, cold and
squishy. "Ugh, what did I step in?"
Terri skidded to a halt and turned to face me. "That'd be the pothole I
was trying to warn you about. "
Aunt Joan stopped short and looked over her shoulder at us. "Everything
okay back there?"
I balanced on my left foot and tried to pull the soaked shoe off my
other foot when a sharp pain bit into my ankle. "Ouch!"
"That didn't sound good." Aunt Joan handed her umbrella to Cori, then
lifted me with ease and sat me on her right hip. "Let's just take a
look at that foot." Cori and Terri crowded in close, each wearing
slightly different versions of worried, and held their umbrellas over
the four of us as their mom carefully moved my foot around.
I put on my best smile for them. "I'm okay, honest. I can walk on it
just...gah!" Icy pain shot up my leg as Aunt Joan gently twisted my
foot inwards.
"I'm sorry about that, sweetie." Aunt Joan let go of my foot and gave
me a quick hug. "It definitely looks like a sprain, although I can't
tell how bad it is. Fortunately, we're not that far from a place where
someone can." She held a hand out towards the umbrella Cori was
holding. "Could you hand that back to me and walk with Terri? I'm going
to be carrying Bobby."
"You ain't gotta carry me, Aunt Joan. I can still walk."
Aunt Joan turned to me with a playful smile as she lifted her umbrella
to protect both of us from the rain and led the way towards the
hospital. "I don't think you'll be able to walk with a sprained ankle."
"Well, I could hop."
Aunt Joan stopped a few steps short of the entrance and frowned at me.
"Bobby, your mommy trusted me to watch out for you and take care of
you. An accident is one thing, but letting you make an injury worse is
quite another. So let's have no more talk of walking, hopping,
skipping, or anything else until a doctor has taken a look at your
foot, okay?"
I got another hug and a soft smile from Aunt Joan when I nodded. The
sliding glass doors whooshed open as we passed through the emergency
entrance and walked into a wall of warmth. The clean, pine scent
reminded me of the kitchen after Mom had just cleaned it, and I found
myself wondering if anyone would be mad because I was dripping mud onto
the sparkling clean lobby floor.
As we approached a long desk with a large sign that read 'INTAKE'
crowded into a corner by piles of folders, a heavy-set woman with dark
brown skin and golden hair pulled up into a tight bun under a nurses
cap looked up from her computer and gave Aunt Joan a relieved smile.
"Girl, I'm so glad you're finally here. I was starting to wonder if
something happened to you with all the accidents we've been having
tonight."
"Mae, back when we used to carpool you'd laugh at how slowly I drove in
the rain. You know how I am."
"I know, but even the most careful drivers can have accidents."
Aunt Joan nodded and glanced down at my ankle. "Speaking of accidents,
we just had one in the parking lot."
Mae was suddenly alert. "There was an accident in the parking lot? I
hadn't heard a crash. Was anyone hurt?"
"No, not that kind of accident. Bobby stepped into a pothole and wound
up with a twisted ankle."
"Bobby? You mean Irene's son? Where is he?"
I shyly raised my hand. "Right here."
Mae looked me up and down once, and then studied the computer monitor
and tapped at her keyboard for a couple of seconds. "Sorry about that,
honey. I think we've got everything straightened out. Just have a seat
and I'll see who's available to look at your ankle."
"But...can't I see my mom first? That's the whole reason I came to the
hospital." My foot was cold, something gross was squishing between my
toes and my ankle ached, but that hardly seemed a good enough reason to
keep me from seeing my mom.
"I know that, baby. But your mama's condition stabilized a little while
ago and she was just signed out of the emergency ward. At the moment
she's being moved into a regular room. As soon as they've got her
settled in, I promise to bring you to her. But in the mean time, we
need to take care of you."
Mae handed a clipboard and pen to Aunt Joan. "Sorry to do this to you,
but the new department manager has really been on my..." she quickly
glanced at me before turning back to Aunt Joan. "I mean, he's really
been giving me a hard time for filling out paperwork for patients."
Aunt Joan took the items and grinned. "Don't worry. I know EXACTLY what
you're talking about. Henry drove everyone in my department crazy with
his paperwork obsession before he was promoted and moved to yours." She
turned to Cori and Terri, who were in the middle of a whispered
conversation. "So what are you two up to?"
Terri answered first. "We were thinking of going to the gift shop to
get something for Bobby's mom."
"And maybe get something from the cafeteria?" Cori asked.
Terri rolled her eyes at her sister. "You just ate an hour ago. How can
you be thinking of food?"
"I wasn't gonna eat a whole meal. I was just thinking of getting some
hot cocoa."
"That doesn't sound half bad, Cori. I could probably go for some
myself."
"And maybe...a donut...or some cookies?"
"Jeez, you're a non-stop eating machine."
"Watch your language, Terri." Aunt Joan's tone was gentle, yet firm.
"And Cori, are you sure you want to have something to drink this late
at night?"
Cori started blushing. "Mom, it's not THAT late."
Aunt Joan checked her watch. "I don't know."
"I'd only get a small one."
"Well..."
"And I could share it with Terri."
Aunt Joan turned to her older daughter. "How's that sound to you?"
"Works for me, Mom. Want us to get something for you and Bobby too?"
"I'm fine, honey." Aunt Joan shifted me higher on her hip as she turned
to me. "Would you like anything, Bobby?"
I really wasn't in the mood for hot cocoa or anything like that. The
pain in my ankle was getting worse and my foot was starting to feel
itchy from soaking in the mud. I was tempted to say that all I wanted
was to see my mom. But I was pretty sure that wouldn't get me anywhere,
so I just shook my head and kept my mouth shut.
"Okay girls, follow me." Aunt Joan wove her way through the tiny,
crowded waiting room. All the seats were taken, but an older gentleman
stood up and offered his seat to her. After thanking him and sitting
down, she pulled me onto her lap before swinging her purse off her
shoulder. "I don't have a lot of cash on me, so I want you to go to the
gift shop first before getting something for yourselves at the
cafeteria." She pulled a couple of bills from her wallet and handed
them to Terri. "Understood?"
They answered, "Yes, Mom," at almost the same time before Cori was
racing down the hall, followed closely behind by Terri.
"And no running," Aunt Joan called after them as they were turning a
corner. "Okay, let's take a look at this paperwork." She laid the
clipboard in my lap and wrapped her arms around me as she began reading
the fine print on the forms and filling in dozens of tiny boxes.
Aunt Joan was about halfway through the pile of paperwork when Mae
walked up to us. "Could you two come with me?" As she led us out of the
waiting room, Mae's voice dropped to a half whisper. "Doctor Chung had
already clocked out and was about to leave when I told her about Bobby
and she agreed to see you before she leaves." As we wandered through a
maze of narrow hallways, Mae plucked the clipboard from Aunt Joan's
hand.
"Wait a minute, Mae. I haven't finished all the paperwork yet."
The nurse managed to walk around empty wheelchairs and through swinging
doors without looking up once from the pages she was flipping through.
"Oh, you've already filled more than enough. I don't know why we even
have half of these forms here. I think I can fill out the rest of this
with no problem."
"But won't you get in trouble with Henry?"
"Don't worry, I can handle him with one arm tied behind by back. And
besides, what are friends for?"
When we came to a stop in front of a heavy, darkly stained door, Aunt
Joan took Mae into a one-armed hug. "Thank you so much, Mae. I don't
know what I'd do without you."
Mae smiled and returned the hug. "Hey, you've been there for me plenty
of times, girl." She pulled me into the hug, and then patted my butt as
she let go. "And don't you worry about a thing, baby. Doctor Chung is
one of our best pediatricians and will have your ankle fixed up in no
time. As soon as she's done, I'll come back and bring you around see
your mama. Now will you be a good girl for the doctor?"
"But..."
Mae frowned and shook a finger at me. "Uh uh. I don't wanna hear any
'buts'."
How could I be a good girl when I wasn't a girl? "Yes, I'll be good.
But..."
"Whups, what did I say about 'buts'?" Mae smiled as she squeezed my
arm. "I knew you'd be good, baby. I was just teasing you." Mae opened
the door and led us into a small room where everything that wasn't
white or chrome was pink or light blue. "Just wait here and the doctor
will be right with you."
A few minutes later as Aunt Joan was helping me out of my raincoat, a
very young, thoroughly exhausted looking woman walked through the open
door. "Hello, I'm Doctor Chung. Aren't you Joan from the accounting
department?"
Aunt Joan draped my coat across the back of my chair, and then turned
and held out her hand to the doctor. "So good to see you again,
Lillian. I'm surprised you remembered me."
The doctor took Aunt Joan's hand in both of hers. "How could I forget
the woman who untangled the mess they made of my paychecks when I
changed my name?" After giving Aunt Joan's hands a squeeze, Doctor
Chung turned to me and crouched down. "So you must be Bobby. That's a
very pretty dress you have on."
I looked down at the dress I was wearing, trying to think of what to
say as I felt myself blushing. "Urmm...thank you, but it ain't really
mine. I'd borrowed it when me and Cori was playing."
"I see...well it still looks very pretty on you. So how are you
feeling?"
"Well, my ankle hurts."
The doctor looked at the chart in her arms and scribbled something
down. "Okay, anything else?"
"Well, I'm a little nervous." Actually I was a lot nervous about being
seen in a dress and a little confused why nobody seemed to be acting as
if it were odd.
Doctor Chung lifted my chin until I was looking into her dark, smiling
eyes. "That's perfectly understandable. There's plenty of grown-ups who
feel nervous about being in hospitals. Would you mind if I help you up
onto the examining table so I can take a look at your ankle?"
"Umm, okay."
"Okay, here we go." As Doctor Chung lifted me from the chair and
carried me to the table, I did my best to keep my shoe from dripping on
her long, white coat. After sitting me on the edge of the table, she
pulled an handful of paper towels from a dispenser, rolled a stool over
to my right side, sat down and spread the towels on the floor under my
feet.
"First thing I'm going to need to do is take off your shoe and sock so
I can get a better look at your foot." Mud dripped onto the towels as
the doctor carefully removed my shoe and unrolled the soaking wet sock
from my right foot. Even though I was hurting, I still giggled as she
used a small, damp towel that smelled like baby powder to clean the mud
from the bottom of my foot and between my toes. As she dried my foot
off with a regular paper towel, Doctor Chung looked up at me and
smiled. "You know, I have a little girl just about your age."
"But, I ain't a little girl."
Doctor Chung's smile grew as she slowly moved my bare foot around.
"You're absolutely right, Bobby. You've been acting like a very big
girl and I'm sure your mother will be very proud of how brave you've
been."
"What I meant is...aiee!"
"I'm sorry, Bobby. We're almost done here. I'm going to be pressing
different spots on your foot, and I'll need you to tell me when it
hurts. Can you do that for me?"
I nodded, and braced myself. Even though I was ready for it, a whimper
still managed to slip through my gritted teeth when she pressed a
tender spot on the side of my ankle. "Th-here. That last spot is where
it hurts."
"Very good." Doctor Chung patted my arm. "I think we're done with the
examination. It looks like you have sustained some minor damage to the
anterior talofibular ligament."
"The ante-what?"
The doctor swiveled on her stool and opened one of the pink drawers in
the row of light blue cabinets lining the wall. "It means you have
sprained ankle." When she turned back to face me, she was holding a
small roll of tan cloth. "Fortunately, there isn't a lot of swelling,
but I still want you to keep it wrapped and stay off your foot for at
least a day." The cloth stretched and hugged my ankle as she began
wrapping it around my foot. "You should also keep your leg elevated as
much as possible and put ice on your ankle for about twenty minutes
every two to three hours."
"Okay...can I see my mom now?"
Doctor Chung chuckled as she stood up and started looking through one
of the upper cabinets. "You certainly have a one track mind. Normally I
would recommend going directly home and getting plenty of bed rest."
She pulled out a blue plastic package, then twisted it sharply before
shaking it. "But Mae explained your circumstances to me, so I think we
can make an exception." She slipped the package into a white terrycloth
pouch which was surprising cold when she wrapped it around my ankle.
"What's this?"
"It's a cold-pack. It has special chemicals in it that get very cold
when you mix them together. Can you lift your feet for me?" When I
lifted my legs, Doctor Chung pulled me back on the table until my feet
were no longer dangling over the edge. "That's it. Can you lay down for
me now?" As I laid down, I felt her slip a small pillow under my
injured foot. "Okay, I'd like you to rest here for twenty minutes with
your leg elevated and keep the cold-pack on your ankle so it can help
bring down the swelling."
"Then I can see my mom?"
The doctor chuckled again. "Yes, dear. I'll have someone come in to get
you when the time is up and bring you to see your mother."
"Thank you, Doctor Chung."
Aunt Joan rose from her chair. "Oh yes. Thank you so much for seeing
us, Lillian."
"Not at all. It was a pleasure seeing you both."
After the doctor closed the door on us, Aunt Joan walked over to me and
held my hand. "So how are you doing, Bobby?"
"Well, beside my ankle hurting, I think I'm doing okay."
Aunt Joan squeezed my hand. "I'm so glad. I was really worried it might
have been a lot worse."
"Actually, there's something else that's bothering me."
"What's that, sweetie?"
"Well, I'm a boy wearing in a dress and everyone seems to be acting as
if it's all perfectly normal."
"And how were you expecting them to react?"
"I dunno...maybe shocked, surprised, laughing...something."
"You want people to laugh at you?"
"No, but...but it feels so weird that people are assuming I'm a girl
just because I'm wearing a dress."
"I think it's a bit more than what you're wearing, Bobby."
"What do you mean?"
"From what I've seen so far, you tend to act more like a girl than a
boy."
"You mean I'm a..." Icy fear clawed at my stomach. "...a sissy?"
"No, I think being a sissy is a bit different. There's just a certain
something about you that says...girl."
The fear clenched into a tight ball. "Would it sound like I was crazy
if I'd said I...well, I feel like I AM a girl?"
Aunt Joan gave my hand another squeeze. "Not at all, sweetheart. I
think it just makes you very special."
Before I could ask what kind of special she meant, there was a knock at
the door. I looked up just as the door opened and Mae walked in
backwards, pulling a wheelchair. "The Mae express train has pulled into
the station. Any stow-aways better hop off now." Both Terri and Cori
were laughing when Mae swung the chair around.
"Oh, Mae." Aunt Joan ran over to the wheelchair and helped her still
giggling daughters to stand up. "You didn't have to do all this."
"It's not a problem at all. I'd promised Bobby I'd make sure she got to
see her mama, and I intend to keep that promise." Mae wheeled the now
empty chair to the side of the examining table. "Okay, baby. I need you
to sit up for me." When I was nearly upright, Mae slid one arm under my
knees, another behind my back, and then carried me over to the
wheelchair.
Once I was settled back into the cracked vinyl seating and the right
foot support was ratcheted up to bring my sprained ankle a bit higher
than my hips, I managed to catch Mae around the neck before she stood
up and gave her a big hug. "Thank you so much so much for helping me
get to see my mom."
"Oh, baby." Mae nearly suffocated me when she hugged me back. "I'd have
walked barefoot down ten miles of rough road for a hug like that." Mae
fussed with the lace on the hem of my dress and adjusted the ribbons in
my hair. "Your mama is very lucky to have a daughter who's as sweet as
she is pretty. Now let's get this train back on track and go see her."
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