“I’m okay Dad. Don’t worry. Couple days I’ll be back home and feeling fine.” Said Maggie. She tried to force a small smile, but her mouth and throat hurt badly.
“Okay, Mag. Okay. Your mom is on her way and Jack let your brothers know you were here. It’s gonna be okay.” He turned to Maisey. “Dr. Kahn will be here soon, right? Do we need to wait for Martha?”
“Martha is Maggie’s mom?”
“Yes, Martha is Maggie’s mom. My ex-wife.”
“Ideally, yes, we’ll wait. Can I offer either of you gentleman anything? Maggie, can I get you anything?”
Both Jack and Dad turned to look at her. “Ice water. Please.” Maggie stated.
“Can she have that?” Dad asked.
“Yes, of course. Water in all forms is good for you.” Maisy said. “Boys?”
“I’m good for the moment. Jack?”
“Do you have any coffee?”
Maisy smiled. “Yes sir. Why don’t you walk with me and you can make it just the way you like it.”
Jack nodded. “I’ll be right back Mag. Hang out with Dad.”
Maggie closed her eyes, smiled a little and nodded. Jack walked out with Maisy.
Dad looked up at her from the foot of her bed. He reached down and patted her foot held under the yellow blanket. “What happened Mag? Did you fall?”
Maggie breathed in through her nose and released the breath through her mouth. When she was a kid, Mom had put her in counseling with a child counselor when she started crying randomly, all the time. She’d be at school, at home, at soccer practice and would burst into tears. The thoughts and anxious ideas would race through her mind. Eventually the counselor figured it out and helped Maggie learn to control the feelings of anxiety through breathing and mantras and self-soothing thought processes.
“I don’t remember falling Dad. I was trying to get over some things.” Her eyes welled up as she said it. She was still feeling the dizziness but some of the nauseous was starting to subside. “What day is it?”
Dad looked at her, the concern was clear on his face. “It’s Thursday, Mag. What’s the last day you remember?”
“It was Tuesday afternoon.”
He shook his head and looked away. He didn’t want to see her cry, and didn’t want her to see him cry either. He patted her foot again, “Okay. Rest.”
He walked into the hallway and left her in the room alone. She started breathing through her nose again. The dizziness was making her feel like she had motion sickness, but the bed wasn’t sailing.
She could hear Jack chattering away with the nurse and she smiled a little again. He could talk to anyone. He wasn’t quite as loquacious as she was, but as she listened to him talk with Maisey as he walked in the room, she was filled with pride and love. If she’d really died, he would’ve been okay.