delirium [narrative] and [LJ public post]
"Where did the kitty go?"
She couldn't find him. She knew he was a scared kitty but he shouldn't have gone away. "C'mere, kitty," she called. God, it was so hot here. "Why's it so hot?" Her stomach hurt, too, and her throat was raw. Her arms itched.
"Mom? Mom, where'd the kitty go?" She had to find that cat. It couldn't make it on its own. It was too hot.
She could feel hands smoothing back the hair on her forehead. "Daddy, where's the cat? He can't stay out here, it's too hot. The house is evil. Can't stay." She blinked up at her father, not really seeing. "Get me out of here."
"Don't worry, baby girl. We'll find the cat. We'll get out." Charles wrapped his daughter up in a blanket. He had to get her to the hospital. She'd begun throwing up earlier in the day and hadn't stopped, her fever had skyrocketed and her cough was much, much worse. There was a rash on her arms.
He'd called the doctor to ask what he should do, and the nurse said that he should get her to the ER as soon as was possible.
He wet a towel and put it on her forehead. "Angie, wake up. I just need to get you out to the car. Come on."
She roused just long enough to start shaking and crying, but she pulled herself up on her father's arm and stumbled downstairs and out the door into his car, with his arms around her. She huddled in the front seat, babbling to herself and Charles drove to the emergency room, scared for her.
Hey, guys. This is Angie's Dad. I just wanted to let all of you know that Angie is in the hospital with pneumonia. She'll be there for a couple of weeks at least and she's pretty scared. I'm headed over there again in a couple of hours, so if you have any well-wishes, I'm sure she'd love to know that her friends are thinking of her.
She really can't have visitors for a few days. Her number at the hospital is [555-6789] but don't call until tomorrow. I'll let you guys know what's happening as I know.
She couldn't find him. She knew he was a scared kitty but he shouldn't have gone away. "C'mere, kitty," she called. God, it was so hot here. "Why's it so hot?" Her stomach hurt, too, and her throat was raw. Her arms itched.
"Mom? Mom, where'd the kitty go?" She had to find that cat. It couldn't make it on its own. It was too hot.
She could feel hands smoothing back the hair on her forehead. "Daddy, where's the cat? He can't stay out here, it's too hot. The house is evil. Can't stay." She blinked up at her father, not really seeing. "Get me out of here."
"Don't worry, baby girl. We'll find the cat. We'll get out." Charles wrapped his daughter up in a blanket. He had to get her to the hospital. She'd begun throwing up earlier in the day and hadn't stopped, her fever had skyrocketed and her cough was much, much worse. There was a rash on her arms.
He'd called the doctor to ask what he should do, and the nurse said that he should get her to the ER as soon as was possible.
He wet a towel and put it on her forehead. "Angie, wake up. I just need to get you out to the car. Come on."
She roused just long enough to start shaking and crying, but she pulled herself up on her father's arm and stumbled downstairs and out the door into his car, with his arms around her. She huddled in the front seat, babbling to herself and Charles drove to the emergency room, scared for her.
Hey, guys. This is Angie's Dad. I just wanted to let all of you know that Angie is in the hospital with pneumonia. She'll be there for a couple of weeks at least and she's pretty scared. I'm headed over there again in a couple of hours, so if you have any well-wishes, I'm sure she'd love to know that her friends are thinking of her.
She really can't have visitors for a few days. Her number at the hospital is [555-6789] but don't call until tomorrow. I'll let you guys know what's happening as I know.