A Merry Little Christmas by Melanie Schuster

She had taken his hand earlier and showed no signs of letting go. She was sitting up now and Donnie was sitting in a chair by the side of the bed. I want to go home,” Angelique said firmly.

We’ll keep her here overnight and you can take her home in the morning.” “It’s called retrograde amnesia and it can happen after a trauma to th e head like the one your wife suffered tonight. In a short while, the doctor was assuring Donnie that Angelique would be fine, that her temporary loss of memory wasn’t unheard of and was far from permanent. But she smiled at the tall, very handsome man. She had a pretty rugged headache, after all. 1 'Īngelique sat up straight in the bed wincing a little a she did so. The nurse’s eyes got big and she answered before Donnie could say a word. Then she looked back at Donnie and spoke again. She looked at the nurse, who was still performing her tasks. A little pain reliever and you’ll be fine,” he assured her.Īngelique lay perfectly still during his words. You ’ll be able to go home tomorrow you just need to get some rest tonight. You’ve been out for a few hours, but it seems to be a concussion, nothing more serious. “A hockey puck went out of control and bounced off a pillar and then it bonked you in the head. Relief rushed through him like a warm flood as he saw her gaze becoming more alert. Then her eyes widened and she stared at him for a long moment she glanced at the nurse and looked around the room, her eyes coming back to rest on Donnie as she looked questioningly at him. Her eyelids fluttered and blinked open and she looked at him dazedly. A nurse came in to take her vital signs and when she picked up Angelique’s slender wrist to take her pulse, Angelique stirred. he went cold, absolutely cold at the thought.

She didn’t look fine to him, she looked little and pale and helpless. It was a freak accident, that’s all it was she’d been hit in the head by a deflected hockey puck and knocked unconscious, then rushed to the hospital and subje cted to every test known to man, but she would recover.

Her doctor had assured him it was just a concussion, and that she would be fine, but his heart hadn’t stopped pounding since he got the phone call from A.J. Angel had an accident.”ĭonnie stood motionless beside Angelique’s bed. He smiled and answered in his best voice. He pulled it out and saw Angelique’s name on his caller ID. So when do you plan to let your wife in on this?”ĭonnie was saved from replying by the ringing of his cell phone. “Well, it’s about time you woke up, Cochran. Now it was Warren’s turn to laugh, but it was a loud, hearty one full of real joy.

A Merry Little Christmas by Melanie Schuster