(aka Bike) Part 828 by Angharad |
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“How do you feel?” I asked Henry.
“Like I’ve been thrown down a flight of steps and I hit every one. Plus this burning pain in my shoulder and some slight pain in my back.”
“Do you feel well enough to go home?”
“I think so, why?”
“Call Simon and ask him to bring in some clothes, you can borrow some of his. I’m going to pop next door for a little while. Here use my mobile.”
The nurse attending Henry heard us talking and came in. “Well you look better.”
“Do I? I wasn’t even aware I was ill.” Henry looked very disorientated.
“Can you disconnect him so Simon can take him home?” I asked sweetly, “Oh, and is that the gent with the aneurysm?” I pointed to the next cubicle.”
“He’s very ill, they can’t operate.”
“I’ll just go and have a little chat with him, Mr Nichols suggested I did.” Before she could challenge me, I went in and his wife was sitting with him. I said hello and told them that Mr Nicholls had asked me to speak with him.
“What can you do?” asked his wife, “are you a psychologist or priest?”
“No, I’m just a well wisher. If I can just hold his hand a moment.” I sat down alongside the poorly man, and once again I felt the energy surge into him. He began sweating and his wife looked rather anxious. “It’s okay, trust me, please, I’m a scientist.”
I was drawn to put my other hand over his abdomen and he began to groan gently, then he passed out. His wife stepped towards me, touched me on the shoulder to pull me away and suddenly became locked to me. She grunted and held her belly with the other hand, grunted again and fell gently to the floor. Moments later I felt a gentle pressure disengage my hand from the man’s abdomen and I let go his hand. He opened his eyes. “Did they operate?” he asked.
“Sort of,” I said, smiled and bent down to help his wife to her feet. “You okay?” I asked her.
“I think so, what happened?” she looked completely bemused.
“I think you just nodded off and sat on the floor, you’ve been under a lot of pressure recently.”
“Is he still going to...you know...?”
“I don’t think so, but you’ll need to confirm it with Mr Nicholls. Remind him he asked me to take a look at your husband. Oh and your gall bladder should feel easier now.”
I walked away while they were still bemused. “Was that Jesus?” I heard the man ask his wife, her reply was unheard but I felt my chin in case I’d magically grown a beard whilst I was with them–I was much relieved to discover I hadn’t.
“Simon will be here in half an hour,” Henry chuckled as he gave me back my phone.
“Good, I’d better get home then, I’ll need to make up a bed.” We hugged and I left quickly before Mr Nicholls came back.
I dashed to the car and drove home faster than I intended, however I did spot the police car behind me at lights and cursed as he followed me for half a mile. His big BMW probably would have stayed with my little Audi.
Back home, the girls were asleep and I checked on them before I made up the guest room bed. Moments after I went down to make myself a cuppa, the phone rang. I answered it.
“Lady Cameron?”
“Who is this?”
“Ken Nicholls.”
“I don’t think I have anything to say to you.”
“No, but I have to you–please don’t put down the phone,” he anticipated my replacing the receiver.
“Why?”
“I want to apologise and to thank you for saving someone’s life tonight.”
“Did I?”
“Yes, we were going to have to take Mr Henderson to Southampton for an attempt at surgery. He was probably going to die on the table, his aortic aneurysm was the biggest I’d ever seen and the previous attempt to repair it was breaking down. I’ve just had him checked over, it’s disappeared, not only that but his wife’s gall stones seem to have disappeared as well.”
“I try to help, and you did ask me to.”
“Um–yes, I did. I realise you are something special–they both think they’ve been visited by an angel. I haven’t told them who you are, because I realise what a problem it could cause you.”
“I did try to tell you.”
“Yes, I know. I stopped and had a think about what you said and I realised what effect this could have upon your children. If at some point in the future you feel able to study this talent you possess, I should love to work with you and try to understand and share it with others.”
“I don’t think I will, but if you could please keep this as quiet as possible, I’d appreciate it.”
“I don’t understand how a distended and almost rupturing aorta can suddenly rejuvenate itself and heal, but that is what seemed to have happened. How do you do it?”
“I don’t do anything, I’m just the vehicle for it, and sometimes I wish it would find another.”
“Send it to me, I’d love to be able to do it.”
“I wish it could, Mr Nicholls–I wish I could.”
“Maybe I should go to church on Sunday.”
“That’s up to you Mr Nicholls.”
“Maybe I’ll see you there?”
“I can guarantee.”
“Which one?”
“That I won’t be near one. I told you, I don’t believe any of it, Mr Nicholls, I wasn’t joking.”
“There’s a terrific irony here somewhere.”
“Indeed, but that’s life. I have to go, thank you for calling.” I put the receiver down and made my tea.
Simon came in with Henry as I finished drinking it, we hugged. “Simon has just told me what happened.”
“Don’t listen to him, Henry, he’s such an exaggerator.” Simon gave me a filthy look and shook his head.
“The doctor seemed to have a very high opinion of you.”
“Henry, you’re joking–he can’t stand me.”
“He thinks you’re an angel, so does the guy in the next room.”
“Seeing as he can’t tell the difference between men and women, I wouldn’t put too much stock in his opinion.”
“What d’you mean?”
“As I left he asked his wife if I was Jesus.”
“He what?” said Henry and Simon roared.
“Has the Virgin Mary decided which room I put the Holy Ghost in?” Simon chuckled.
“Nae blasphemy here, if ye please,” said Tom, which caused Simon to blush. He slipped upstairs with Henry’s case. It was only then I remembered that Henry had been at Sir George’s house with us, so of course had his own clothing. I was definitely in need of a holiday. “Guid tae see ye again, Henry.”
“It’s good to see you too, Tom.” They embraced and went off to his study for a wee dram.
Simon came down looking sheepish, “I keep forgetting that Tom seems to be a believer.”
“And it is his house, even if I do throw my weight around the place,” I added.
“Yeah, perhaps we should move into one of our own.”
“That would devastate Tom.”
“Well, I’m not sure I want to be reprimanded for making a joke.”
“Simon, just forget it.”
“Well, I thought it was uncalled for.”
“Simon, forget it.” He opened his mouth to say something else and the glare I gave him made him think again and he walked away quickly.
“Where’s Daddy?” asked Stella, “I’m sure I heard his voice.”
“In the study with Tom.”
“Thanks for saving him, Cathy. I do appreciate it.”
“I did nothing, Stella, I’m just the barrel organ, not even the monkey.” She gave me a very funny look and went off to the study.
Comments
Phew!
Henry's been healed, the chap next door's had his aneurysm healed (plus his wife's gallstones - although note that she grabbed Cathy, not vice versa - confirming that Cathy's a passive conductor for the energy [in the lightning sense, not the orchestral sense!] rather than the active mechanism), and the surgeon's come to his senses.
Now can we get back to something approaching what passes as normality in that household? :)
--Ben
(Argh! Nearly used the BBCode [b][/b] back there!)
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
Normal is vastly overrated
... this is Big Closet after all :).
Kim
I have to believe
by now that this has become the "normal" for this story. Cathy has an extraordinary life and normal for her is pretty exciting for us.
The only place I can find the word "Nornal"
is on my dryer. :-)
Normal is what happens to you everyday. And in a house of extraordinary people, well, normal can be "interesting...."
Janice
Nornal
Janice,
Nornal could refer to the noun Norn, which of course was the language, now extinct, once spoken by the inhabitants of the Shetlands, an Archipelago to the north of the Scottish mainland, and even north of the Orkneys, which are themselves directly north of Scotland, but the Shetlands are south of the Faeroe Islands, which are yet further north, half way to Iceland.
Norn was a Scandinavian dialect.
Nornal could also be argued to refer to the Norns, who were the goddesses of fate in Norse Mythology.
In view of the nornal activities deciding over matters of life and death in Angharad's tale, possibly this latter explanation is more relevant, perhaps ?
There were of course a lot of contacts between the Celtic and Norse peoples in anceint times. The Norse called the Celts the West Men, themselves the North men. They had similar shaped and construcxted boats, did decorative designs that were very similar, and traded with each other for many years, as well as sometimes raiding each other, or carrying off each others' womenfolk, as men were so inclined to in those far off days.
Briar
Briar
As Long As Cathy
Honestly believes what she says about herself and her Gift, she will continue to help others. If she ever abuses it, it might backfire on her.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Perhaps thats why
Cathy has been given the power, What or whoever is behind the power knows that the one thing she would never do is abuse her gift
Kirri
Cathy's light shines.
Dr Nicholls saw the light. I'm glad Cathy did a 2 for one special on Henry's neighbor in the ICU. Her self effacing attitude seems to help her properly wield the 'powah'. She definitely is uniquely gifted.
When using the word normal for Cathy one must remember that she falls out side of the society's or the general norm. As a statistical term it means being within plus/minus 2 sigma of the average. This encompasses 98% of the general population. Cathy is 'richly endowed'. She's a intellectually gifted, transgendered (often associated with highly intelligent individuals), well off materially and a superior athlete. She definitely falls into the 1% at the high end of the curve not included in the definition of 'Normal'. Normal cannot apply to Cathy in reference to society, but must only apply as to what is normal for her and her family. Let's face, it what's normal for Cathy would be considered abnormal or extraordinary by most of society.
But she's got the 'powah'.
Hugs,
Trish-Ann
~There is no reality, only perception~
Hugs,
Trish Ann
~There is no reality, only perception~
Cathy
As much as I would like her as a neighbor, I'm not sure I would want to be near her house.
I still think the Russian business hasn't really finished.
Phycian, heal thyself.
Cathy, hold your own hand for a moment. Can you feel moose antler growing inside of you ?
Why haven't you become fertile.
Cefin