If the Shoe Fits (38 page)

“Are you going to call Edmund?”

“You just focus on getting some rest. I’ll see you very soon.” At the door, he smiled at her. “Welcome back, Shannon.”

She watched his head disappear, long dark hair moving freely. That kind of man wasn’t her type, really. Edmund had been fair all the way around—light skin, eyes, and hair. Still, she couldn’t escape the thought as it came.

He’s very attractive
, a voice in her head seemed to whisper. Shannon gave it a violent shake, trying to replace the image of shaggy Dr. Petros with one of Edmund. But nothing came.

Why can’t I remember?

“Do you know my husband?” she asked Angela as she lifted Shannon’s hand and squeezed her index finger.

Angela shook her head and shushed her. “This is just a quick stick,” she said, but the warning came as no real notification at all. Before Shannon could process the words, a small cylinder pressed against the tip of her finger inflicted an instant sting.

“Youch!” she howled. The nurse squeezed it until a drop of blood flowed out, which she transferred to the end of a small blue strip protruding from some sort of meter. “What is that?”

“Just monitoring your glucose,” the nurse said reassuringly.

“My glucose. Why?”

“Standard procedure for patients waking up from a coma.”

“A coma.” Shannon narrowed her eyes and focused on the nurse’s apple-cheeked face. “I was in a coma?”

“Indeed you were. Now you have some ice chips in the cup, and I want you to suck on them for a while. The doctor has ordered some initial tests, and they should be here in just a little bit.” She placed a wired remote into Shannon’s hand. “If you need anything, you just push this button, okay? I’m at the other end of it. Do you want your shows on?”

“My—my shows?”

Angela nodded toward a metal rack angled into the corner of the room. A black box sat on the top shelf, wired to the television hanging above it. The three shelves below it held DVD cases.

“All your favorites are there. Would you like to watch something?”

All my favorites. How would you know my favorites?
she wondered.

“The complete
Dick Van Dyke Show
,” she said as she approached the rack, angling her head to read the labeled cases. “Let’s see, there’s some
I Love Lucy
, some
Hart to Hart
, the complete collection of
Friends
.”

Friends.

The corners of her mouth turned downward, but she wasn’t quite sure why.

Looking back at her, the nurse asked, “Any of that sound appealing?”

Shannon shrugged. Suddenly, a thought occurred.

“Wait—
every
episode of
Friends
?”

“Would you like me to put in season one?”

Questions bombarded her tired brain, and she shook her head and closed her eyes. “No,” she finally replied. “I think I’ll just …”

Dropping her head back to the pillow behind her, she let her words trail as a cloak of weariness pressed down on her.

“That’s right,” Angela said, and she moved to Shannon’s bedside and stroked her hair. “You just take it easy for a little bit. You’ve had a big day.”

She heard the soft thump of the nurse’s rubber shoes as she padded out of the room. The next thing she knew, a lanky young man with a sing-song voice asked her to lean forward so he could place a plate behind her for the portable X-ray.

“Sorry we took so long,” he said as he gingerly arranged the tubes that bridged the distance between her arm and the plastic bags of fluid hanging from the rolling stand next to the bed.

“Did you?” she commented. “I must have dozed off.”

“Oh yeah, Dr. Petros ordered your tests three hours ago. But we’ve got a couple people out this week.”

Three hours
, she thought. It felt like moments ago when the doctor had left the room. The cute doctor with the wavy brown hair and expressive dark eyes … Shannon gave herself another mental shake.

“Petros,” she said aloud. “Is that Greek?”

“Sure is. Dreamy, isn’t he?” the male nurse said with a wide, toothy grin. “Dr. Daniel Petros. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the others here doodle his name like grade-school girls.”

“Now when I tell you to, hold your breath so I can get a good picture, okay?”

“Okay.”

“On three. One, two, three. Hold it.”

The elderly woman on the other end of the line seemed to stop breathing. Daniel had heard that thundering silence more times than he could count; more times than he even liked to think about. He repeated his introduction.

“Hello? This is Dr. Petros at Draper Long-Term Care.”

“Is it Shannie?” the woman asked with an emotional rasp that reminded him very much of her niece’s throaty voice when she had asked, “Where am I?” In all those years that he’d been caring for Shannon Ridgeway, he’d never imagined her voice as a husky one. He wondered what a little more time getting reacquainted with speech would do to it.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m calling with some fairly spectacular news.”

The woman sputtered, but her questions didn’t quite find her voice.

“Shannon is awake, Mrs. Winters.”

Daniel waited. Five seconds went by, then ten.

“Did you hear me, ma’am? Shannon is awake.”

“I’ll be right there.”

And with a slam, the call disconnected, leaving Daniel with a soft hum in his ear. He laughed out loud as he hung up the phone and leaned back. His desk chair creaked as he did, and he shook his head and raked both of his hands through his hair. He so seldom had the opportunity to deliver truly happy news. Phone calls to the families of his Draper patients typically began with, “I’m so sorry to have to tell you …”

He looked up to find Angela Westborne leaning on the doorjamb, watching him with a smile.

“What is it?”

“The EKG was just taken.”

“Good grief, it’s about time.”

“I called down to light a fire underneath them. You’ll have all the results within thirty minutes.”

“The X-ray, too?”

“And the blood work.”

“Very good, Angela. Thank you very much.” When she continued to hover in the doorway, Daniel raised his eyebrows and asked, “Something else?”

“Pretty unusual, isn’t it?”

“What’s that?”

“Waking up after almost ten years the way she did.”

“Oh,” he said, barking out a laugh. “Unusual. Yes. It’s unusual.”

“Not like most of our patients.”

“No, she’s not. And to tell you the truth, Angela, I’m relieved to finally get to make a call like that to the family.”

“You called them then,” she said thoughtfully. “I’m sure they were thrilled.”

He chuckled again. “She just said she’d be right here and hung up on me.”

The two of them shared a laugh over it, and Angela’s entire demeanor softened as she tilted her head slightly and looked at him.

“Shannon Ridgeway has become very special to all of us here, hasn’t she, Doctor?”

“Well, it’s been nearly ten years,” he pointed out. “In my case, I’ve been her doctor every day since she was first admitted six months after her accident.”

The look on Angela’s expressive face spoke volumes. Daniel recalled that she’d discovered him having lunch in Shannon’s room more than once, even found him asleep in the recliner next to her bed one night when he’d avoided heading home and decided to watch an episode or two of those old classic TV shows Edmund had asked him to play for her from time to time.

“I’m just happy she’s the patient who woke up for you.”

“Not for me,” he corrected. “For herself.”

“When will you tell her about Mr. Ridgeway?”

“Once her aunt arrives. I think it will be easier news to hear with family in the room to comfort her instead of a bunch of strangers.”

Angela tapped the doorjamb several times and smiled. “I’ll bring you the results once they’re in my hands.”

“Thank you.”

Easier news to hear.

The news of what had happened to Edmund would not be easy under any circumstances. Mere tolerability seemed like the best he could hope for, and Daniel bowed his head and prayed for just that.

Prepare the ground, Lord. Please. Help her cope with what’s to come.

“Could you ask my doctor to come back, please? He was here quite a while ago and said he’d return in an hour, but I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him.”

The male voice on the other end of the speaker replied, “Sure thing.” Shannon waited, but he had nothing more to say, so she dropped the call button and let it sag over the side of the bedrail.

She tossed her head back into the stack of pillows the X-ray technician had fluffed and placed behind her, and she released a growl of frustration. The buttery walls of her hospital room slowly crawled in a kaleidoscope pattern, and Shannon clamped her eyes shut in an effort to stop the movement.

“You said she was awake?”

Shannon’s eyes launched open and her head popped up, sending the room into another spin. “Ohh,” she moaned, and she dropped her head again and closed her eyes.

“Shannie?”

She eased her eyes open slowly and squinted at the elderly woman hovering over her bedside. Tears glazed the woman’s steel-gray eyes as she covered her mouth with the sausage-like fingers of her very round hand. Silver hair, pulled into a neat little circle at the top of her head, looked as if it had been combed upward over a pillow of air. Something about that funny bun reminded her of something, but what?

“Oh, Shannie, you just don’t know how long we’ve prayed for this!”

The woman’s voice sat very high at the back of her throat, breaking with emotion as she spoke.

I know that voice.

“Can you speak, dearie?”

She hadn’t meant to gape at the woman, but Shannon could see that her astonished expression had wounded her.

“You said she was talking to you?” the woman asked the tall Greek doctor with the shaggy dark hair.

“Yes. She’s able to speak,” he confirmed. “I think she’s just feeling a little overwhelmed at the moment.” He moved toward her and took Shannon’s hand. “Shannon, do you remember me? I’m Dr. Petros. We met a little while ago.”

She managed a nod, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the woman who had begun to weep softly.

“Are you feeling all right?” the doctor asked.

“Y—you never came back,” she muttered. “You said you were coming back to answer my questions.”

“I know,” he replied, his attention diverted to the screen on the monitor behind her bed. “I wanted to get your test results.”

“And did you?”

“I did. Shannon, do you recognize your aunt?”

My aunt.

She narrowed her eyes and regarded the woman with caution. “You’re … my aunt?”

Nodding hopefully, she dried her tears. “Yes. I’m your—”

“Aunt Mary?” she blurted, and an unexpected wave of relief washed over her. She remembered this woman. Pushing herself upright, she took a closer look. “Aunt Mary, you look terrible! Are you sick?”

Mary chuckled and touched her turkey neck. “No, dearie. I’m not sick. I’ve just aged since the last time you saw me.”

The doctor touched Mary’s arm and they exchanged a strange look between them. He scraped a chair toward the side of the bed and nodded at Mary. “Why don’t you sit down so we can all talk for a while.”

“It’s so good to see your pretty eyes again,” Mary told her, smiling. “I’ve missed those eyes! The last time I saw them, you were looking at me over the top of your wedding cake as you cut into it. Do you remember that, Shannie?”

A rushing wind moved through her ears, and a bright flash of the elaborate strawberry-filled chocolate cake with scrolled fondant imprinted on the back side of her eyes. Her hands flew instinctively to her temples as she exclaimed, “What is
wrong
with me?”

The time for an explanation had come. She had so many questions, and she wanted answers.

“You were in an accident,” the doctor told her, using a tone of voice people tended to think of as calming. It was not having that effect on Shannon.

“What kind of accident?”

“Do you remember going diving? On Fiji?”

Shannon frowned, remembering only fragments.

“You were diving, and the tank had a malfunction. By the time they got you to the surface, you were already unconscious. In fact, you were several minutes without oxygen …”