Once Upon A Texas Christmas. Winnie Griggs

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       Chapter Six

      Abigail heard the sound again, a low moan, and knocked harder this time. “Mr. Reynolds, it’s Abigail. Are you all right?”

      When she still received no response, she raced back to the front desk to fetch the master key. Propriety be hanged, she was going to find out what was wrong.

      Clutching the key, she asked Ruby to join her, then hurried back to his door without waiting to see if she would comply. Abigail shoved the key in the lock, took a deep breath and threw open the door.

      It took her a moment to orient herself. The owner’s suite consisted of a sitting room with doors on either side—undoubtedly leading to bedrooms. She stared at the two closed doors for a moment, then heard a sound from the one on her left. Running over, she knocked, then waited a long anxious moment, but the only sound was that of Ruby coming up behind her. Finally, Abigail turned the knob and shoved the door open.

      A small cry escaped her lips at the sight that greeted her. Mr. Reynolds lay sprawled on the floor next to the bed.

      His complexion had a sickly pallor and his hair was plastered to his scalp by sweat.

      “Oh my goodness.” Ruby’s voice held a touch of panic and she backed up a step. “You reckon he caught the same ailment as Miss Norma has?”

      “No, of course not. What Norma has isn’t contagious.”

      Abigail kneeled beside him. She pulled down his nightshirt to preserve his dignity, but not before she saw the awful scars on his leg. Her stomach lurched at the thought of what pain that must have caused him, but she immediately tamped that down. There were more urgent problems to focus on.

      She felt his forehead and as she suspected he was burning up. “Listen carefully,” she told Ruby. “I want you to get Calvin Hendricks so he can help get Mr. Reynolds back in bed. Then run to fetch Dr. Pratt. Ask him to please hurry.”

      With a nod, Ruby scurried off as if she couldn’t get away fast enough.

      While Abigail waited, she retrieved the washrag and basin from his bedside, then gently applied the damp cloth to his forehead. But her mind couldn’t rid itself of the scars she had seen. No wonder he limped. It was a miracle the man could walk at all.

      As she wiped his brow, she noticed a large knot on his forehead. He must have hit his head when he fell.

      A moment later Calvin Hendricks came rushing up. “Ruby told me you needed—” He stopped at the threshold and she realized they must make a rather strange tableau. A heartbeat later, though, he came rushing the rest of the way in. “What happened?”

      “Mr. Reynolds apparently took a fall. I need help getting him back in bed.”

      “Of course.”

      Calvin, who was both nimble and strong, managed to get Mr. Reynolds upright with only minimal assistance from her. Once they’d got him back on the bed, Abigail pulled up the sheet to cover him and turned to offer her thanks to Calvin.

      “You want me to wait with you until Doc Pratt gets here?”

      “No, thank you. Dr. Pratt should be here soon.”

      Calvin rubbed the back of his neck. “Leaving you here with him by yourself don’t seem quite right. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll stay anyway.”

      Calvin Hendricks was one of the first people her own age she’d met when she’d arrived in Turnabout, and they’d been friends ever since. At one time she’d had a crush on him, but that had passed quickly.

      She took Mr. Reynolds’s hand, not sure if she was trying to reassure him or herself. “I think it’s a waste of your time, but I have no objections.”

      A moment later the point became moot when Dr. Pratt bustled in.

      She turned but maintained her hold on Mr. Reynolds’s hand. “Thank you for coming,” she said softly. “I wasn’t sure what to do.” From the corner of her eye she noticed Calvin slipping out of the room.

      “I see you’ve been doing the right things. Do you know how long he’s been like this?”

      She shook her head. “Della says he didn’t eat much for supper last night, but no one saw him after that until I found him on the floor this morning.”

      “On the floor, you say.”

      “Yes, sir. I think he tried to get out of bed, but lost his balance and fell. He has a bump where he must have hit his head when he fell.”

      “Hmm, yes. Why don’t you step out while I examine him? And try not to worry, it may be nothing at all.”

      Abigail gently released Mr. Reynolds’s hand then hesitated when he groaned. But Dr. Pratt waved her off with a reassuring “we’ll be fine,” and she reluctantly made her exit.

      Trying to keep busy, she took the opportunity to check in with Ruby.

      “How’s Mr. Reynolds doing?” she asked.

      “Dr. Pratt is with him now. We won’t know anything until his examination is complete. In the meantime, I need you to watch the front desk.”

      Then she went to the kitchen, where she again had to answer questions on how Mr. Reynolds was doing. Once that was out of the way she got down to her reason for being there. “I know you already have today’s menu planned out, but could you please work in a chicken-and-vegetable broth? It’s what Daisy cooks when someone in the household gets ill so I figure it couldn’t hurt to do the same for Mr. Reynolds.”

      “Don’t you worry. I’ll start on it right away. My ma always served it when we were feeling poorly, too.”

      “Thank you, Della. I know Mr. Reynolds will appreciate it.”

      By the time Abigail returned to Mr. Reynolds’s suite, Dr. Pratt had finished his examination.

      She didn’t waste time on small talk. “What’s wrong with him?”

      “His fever is caused by an infection he didn’t have treated properly. And added to that, he likely sustained a concussion when he fell.”

      She clasped her hands together in front of her, trying not to let her anxiety show. “Is it serious?”

      “It can be. I’ve treated the infection and given him a powder to help make him comfortable, but I’m afraid there’s not much else that can be done until the fever runs its course.”

      “What can I do?”

      “Someone needs to keep an eye on him for the next day or so. Concussions can be a tricky business.”

      “I can do that.”

      He gave her a stern СКАЧАТЬ