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HOSPITAL
On day twenty-three, Abigailâs nurse came to collect the remains of lunch accompanied by another African-American nurse in her late forties. The moment the newcomer walked through the door, Abigail stiffened up in her bed and threw a forearm over her eyes as if trying to shelter her vision from an oppressively bright light source.
âWhatâs the matter?â the new nurse asked, looking around her.
âDonât you see them?â Abby said in a high-pitched voice. âThey came in with you.â
The woman turned to Abbyâs nurse. She lowered her head and raised her eyebrows. An expression which read, Iâm glad I came .
But Abbyâs nurse seemed to stiffen with the opposite impression. âMaybe it wasnât such a good idea, you coming with me,â she told the newcomer in a low voice.
âNo, no, pleaseâI think itâs more important than ever,â the older nurse said, her eyes fixed on Abby.
âAre you okay?â her nurse asked Abby.
âThereâs nothing wrong with me,â Abby answered. âItâs just these bright, white men standing beside her.â
âThis isnât going to work,â her nurse said to the other through the side of her mouth. âI need to get a consult.â
âNo you donât,â the new nurse said. âI know what this is. Now, Kathy, youâve known me for ten years. You know that I know my job. If I only ask you one time to just trust me, this is it.â
âI trust you, Gladys. But that trust isnât worth losing my job over.â
âIt wonât come to that. I promise.â
The older woman walked forward to Abbyâs bedside and sat down on a visitorâs chair. âPlease, Sister. Tell me what these men look like.â
Abby paused for several reasonsânot the least of which was the unfamiliar sensation of being called âsisterâ by an African-American woman.
âPlease, wonât you tell me?â
Abigail narrowed her eyes and scrutinized the nurse. The womanâs tone was neither pleading nor insistent. Just very, very passionate.
âYou mean you canât see them?â Abby asked.
The woman turned around, stood, and remained utterly still for a long moment. Then she turned back to Abby.
âI donât have it as strong as I used to, see. These days I can see their glow, mostly. And if I stand real still, I can almost see the edges of their wings against a darker background. Itâs like any other gift, you know. Comes and goes. It fades a little with age, and neglect. So go aheadâit sounds like youâre just awakening to it. It must be powerful with you.â
Abby suddenly felt a strange boldness come over her. She felt compelled to stare right at the apparitions and call them out like one of those last-minute witnesses at a murder trial.
âThe one on your right is tallest, and his skin is darkâas black as coal. I say âhis skinâ because every other part of him, his eyes, his smile, his whole countenance, his whole body even, glows so bright I find it hard to look at him straight on.â
âDoes he have wings?â the nurse asked, her voice trembling with joy.
âOkay, thatâs it,â her first nurse interrupted. âGladys, you need to leave. Or I call security.â
Oblivious to the interruption, Abby squinted and leaned forward. âWhy, he does have wings,â she said in a breathy, amazed voice. âAlthough I hadnât even noticed them before! Theyâre huge, and dramatic . . . so beautiful.â
âOne, two . . .â the first nurse counted at Gladys in a darkening tone.
Nurse Gladys turned to the woman and looked downward, gathering her determination in one long, loud breath. âKathy. Please. Two
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