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on?”
“Plenty. But right now I have to go back to work.”
“Have a good day. I’ll look for you on the news.”
“You do that.” And he was gone.
She had been sitting in the sun room that overlooked the terrace at George and Lily’s house working on a feature piece for the magazine. Lily came in carrying a beautiful bouquet.
“Those are beautiful,” Tara said.
“They’re for you,” Lily said. “They just arrived.”
She read the card. “They’re from Kel.”
“I hoped they were,” Lily said, sitting beside her. “Is there anything you’d like to share?”
Tara sat her computer on the coffee table and inhaled the scent of the flowers. “Only that I really like him.”
“ Like him?”
Tara blushed. “I could probably fall in love with him.”
Lily took her hand. “Then by all means darling, go right ahead.”
As Kel walked down the hallway, he was tugging at his tie. The exhausting day was taking its toll on him as they made their way to his suite. His head was pounding and as he opened the door his hand shook visibly. He shrugged off his coat and tossed it on a chair and the thought that crossed his mind was that it was entirely too hot in the room.
John took his arm and ushered him to the sofa. “Lay down, Kel.” And he was dizzy as he did as John instructed. Skip had poured a glass of orange juice and returned with it before John could even ask for it.
Kel drank the contents of the glass and lay back down and closed his eyes. He’d made four speeches and five other appearances in addition to those. He was aware that John had pricked his finger to check his sugar levels and heard Kimberly say “You’ve got a fever, Kel,” as she brushed a hand across his forehead, but he didn’t respond to any of it, because he didn’t have to. Every member of his family was capable of handling diabetic distress and he was simply too tired to participate right now.
He was somewhere between being asleep and being awake, but it wasn’t a feeling that was foreign to him, he’d been in that state several times before. Insulin shock was just something that came with the territory of chronic type one diabetes and even when others around him sometimes seemed a bit panicked by it, he never was.
John had placed a call to Evan and ended the conversation with, “Just call when you get here.” He turned to his wife and nephew and said, “According to Evan we have two choices, he can check into a hospital and be monitored there or we can check on him every couple of hours throughout the night.”
Kel pulled himself back from his semi- conscious state and said firmly, “No hospital.”
John sat beside him. “No reason to worry about anyone finding out Kel. It’s probably the best option.”
“No. Not now any way. You can pull rank if I’m not able to make that decision but right now I am.”
It wasn’t worth an argument he wouldn’t win, so John agreed. “Drink some more orange juice- Evan’s orders- and then get some rest.”
Skip said, “Listen, John, I probably wasn’t going to be sleeping too soundly anyway, so I’ll stay here and check on Kel.”
John hesitated. He was used to the routine; in the early years after Kel’s diagnosis when they were in college he’d done this same scenario several times while Kel got adjusted to taking insulin and repeated it, although with less frequency, from time to time in the years since. He had learned to let Evan take much of the responsibility for making sure his best friend remained in good
health, but never quite let go of watching him for possible symptoms.
“Every two hours, Skip,” he said,
“Plenty. But right now I have to go back to work.”
“Have a good day. I’ll look for you on the news.”
“You do that.” And he was gone.
She had been sitting in the sun room that overlooked the terrace at George and Lily’s house working on a feature piece for the magazine. Lily came in carrying a beautiful bouquet.
“Those are beautiful,” Tara said.
“They’re for you,” Lily said. “They just arrived.”
She read the card. “They’re from Kel.”
“I hoped they were,” Lily said, sitting beside her. “Is there anything you’d like to share?”
Tara sat her computer on the coffee table and inhaled the scent of the flowers. “Only that I really like him.”
“ Like him?”
Tara blushed. “I could probably fall in love with him.”
Lily took her hand. “Then by all means darling, go right ahead.”
As Kel walked down the hallway, he was tugging at his tie. The exhausting day was taking its toll on him as they made their way to his suite. His head was pounding and as he opened the door his hand shook visibly. He shrugged off his coat and tossed it on a chair and the thought that crossed his mind was that it was entirely too hot in the room.
John took his arm and ushered him to the sofa. “Lay down, Kel.” And he was dizzy as he did as John instructed. Skip had poured a glass of orange juice and returned with it before John could even ask for it.
Kel drank the contents of the glass and lay back down and closed his eyes. He’d made four speeches and five other appearances in addition to those. He was aware that John had pricked his finger to check his sugar levels and heard Kimberly say “You’ve got a fever, Kel,” as she brushed a hand across his forehead, but he didn’t respond to any of it, because he didn’t have to. Every member of his family was capable of handling diabetic distress and he was simply too tired to participate right now.
He was somewhere between being asleep and being awake, but it wasn’t a feeling that was foreign to him, he’d been in that state several times before. Insulin shock was just something that came with the territory of chronic type one diabetes and even when others around him sometimes seemed a bit panicked by it, he never was.
John had placed a call to Evan and ended the conversation with, “Just call when you get here.” He turned to his wife and nephew and said, “According to Evan we have two choices, he can check into a hospital and be monitored there or we can check on him every couple of hours throughout the night.”
Kel pulled himself back from his semi- conscious state and said firmly, “No hospital.”
John sat beside him. “No reason to worry about anyone finding out Kel. It’s probably the best option.”
“No. Not now any way. You can pull rank if I’m not able to make that decision but right now I am.”
It wasn’t worth an argument he wouldn’t win, so John agreed. “Drink some more orange juice- Evan’s orders- and then get some rest.”
Skip said, “Listen, John, I probably wasn’t going to be sleeping too soundly anyway, so I’ll stay here and check on Kel.”
John hesitated. He was used to the routine; in the early years after Kel’s diagnosis when they were in college he’d done this same scenario several times while Kel got adjusted to taking insulin and repeated it, although with less frequency, from time to time in the years since. He had learned to let Evan take much of the responsibility for making sure his best friend remained in good
health, but never quite let go of watching him for possible symptoms.
“Every two hours, Skip,” he said,
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