Dare to Dream. Donna Hill

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       “She’s awake!”

       There were sounds of running feet and unfamiliar voices, authoritative voices, calling out instructions. The film was pulled away and pinpoints of light were flashed in her eyes. Something was covering her mouth, keeping her from speaking.

       “Just relax, Ms. Armstrong,” a soothing male voice said. “You’ve been through a traumatic ordeal. I’m Dr. Bernard. You’re in the hospital. You’re going to be fine. Do you understand me? Just nod your head.”

       Desiree slowly nodded.

       “Good. You’ve been asleep for two days. We have you on oxygen. There was some damage to your lungs from the smoke. Some minor burns and cuts, but nothing that time and rest won’t heal.” He smiled and glanced over his shoulder, then back at his patient. “Your friend is here to see you. She’s been here since you were brought in. I’ll give her a little time and then I want you to rest.”

       Desiree nodded again, as tears spilled from her eyes. She was alive.

       Rachel stepped into her line of vision. A gentle smile trembled around her mouth. “Damn, girl, if you wanted some attention all you had to do was call a sistah.” Her attempt at holding back her own tears of relief were useless as they flowed unchecked down her high cheeks. She sniffed hard and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Thought I’d lost you.”

       Desiree tried to talk over the oxygen mask but coughed instead.

       “Just relax, okay? I know you’re stubborn, but do as the doctors say so you can get the hell outta here.”

       “My s…tudio,” Desiree managed in a harsh whisper.

       Rachel momentarily lowered her gaze. “Everything is gone, sweetie.”

       Desiree squeezed her eyes shut as the enormity of what had transpired taunted her behind her lids.

       “The important thing, Desi, is that you’re here. All that stuff could never replace you. You can do it again. Even better next time.”

       She shook her head and began thrashing violently. “No,” she croaked. “No.”

       “Nurse! Nurse! Relax, Desi. Please. Nurse!”

       A nurse came rushing in followed by Dr. Bernard.

       “I’m sorry, you’re going to have to leave. I’ll need to sedate her,” Dr. Bernard said, stepping around her to Desiree’s bedside.

       Rachel slowly backed out of the room, covering her mouth to contain her sobs as she watched the surreal scene unfolding in front of her.

       Out in the hallway she leaned against the wall and shut her eyes. If anyone knew how important Desiree’s work was, it was she. She’d watched her struggle to build her career from nothing to opening her own small shop, spending hours toiling over the perfect combination of colors and form, teaching an art class to poor inner-city kids on weekends to help make ends meet. She was at a major turning point in her career, and now this. Everything she’d worked for up in flames. Gone forever.

       “She’s resting now.”

       Rachel opened her eyes to look into Dr. Bernard’s. She swallowed hard. “Thank you.”

       He put his hand on her shoulder. “Your friend will be okay. The emotional shock is much more devastating than any of her physical problems. That will take time. I understand that she lost everything, even a place to live. Is there somewhere she can stay when she’s released?”

       “Of course. She can stay with me.”

       “Good. She’ll need a friend. It may be best for her to get away for a while.”

       Rachel nodded her head. “When do you think she can go home—I mean be released?”

       “Depending on her progress, a day or two.”

       “I’ll be here.”

       “Good night. Try to get some rest.”

       Rachel watched as the doctor walked away, made a stop at the nurses’ station, then continued down the hallway. Taking a deep breath of resolve, she headed toward the elevator just as Cynthia got off.

       “Oh, Rachel. Hi.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “How is she?”

       Rachel smiled. “She woke up.”

       Cynthia grabbed Rachel in a bear hug and they both giggled and jumped up and down. When Cynthia stepped back, there were tears in her ocean-blue eyes.

       “Thank goodness,” she murmured, pressing her hand to her chest. “But what are the doctors saying? Is she…really okay?”

       Rachel recapped what Dr. Bernard said.

       The delighted expression on Cynthia’s face slowly diminished by degrees. “Yeah, I guess that’s to be expected. That studio, her work…” She looked Rachel in the eye. “They meant everything to her. And now…”

       “I know. But Desi is tough. She will get through this and she’ll be even stronger when she comes out on the other side. She just needs some time to pull herself together.”

       Cynthia nodded, then her eyes widened in alarm. “What is going to happen with the exhibit? It’s barely two months away. All the preparation…the money.” She pressed the heel of her palm to her forehead and clenched her teeth. “And Carl Hampton…he’s going to go ballistic if he hasn’t already. As a matter of fact, I’m surprised he’s not all over the place like a rash, throwing his weight and his money around.” She gave an exaggerated shiver. “He just rubs me the wrong way.”

       “Well, Desi certainly doesn’t need to be annoyed by Carl right now. Maybe it’s best that he does stay away, at least for the time being.” She checked her watch. “Listen, I’ve gotta run. They gave her a sedative, she got a little upset, so I’m not sure if she is awake. But why don’t you go on in?”

       “Thanks. I just want her to know I’m here.”

       “Okay. Take care.” She stepped onto the elevator just before the doors slid shut.

      Chapter 3

      “You know you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need to, girl,” Rachel said as she put Desiree’s belongings in the guest bedroom. “And as soon as you get your strength back we’ll go on a shopping spree like we used to do back at Howard.” She laughed lightly at the college memory, but got no response from Desiree.

       Desiree wandered over to the canopy bed, sat down on the side and stared out the window. The world didn’t look any different than it had only days ago, she thought. People still moved along as if nothing at all had changed, as if her life and all that she’d lived for hadn’t been destroyed. Couples still walked hand in hand, children still laughed and played, police still wailed their sirens, the sun still rose and set. It was all unreal to her. A part of her mind could not СКАЧАТЬ