May 2, 1858
The next month was touch-and-go as to whether or not Aileen would make it. Nearly every day one of the women in the community would come by bringing food, and often they came intending to stay a good part of the day.
For about half of this time, James stayed with the O'Rileys or James'.
Randy came in from the fields one day for his mid-day meal and heard Mrs. Gardner, who was staying with Aileen that day, say from the bedroom, "No, ma'am! You're staying right here where Dr. Powell says you're to stay."
"I'm going to die of boredom! You wouldn't want to have put all your time into helping me get better and then me die of simple boredom, would you? " came Aileen's plea.
"You are not getting out of this bed, and that's that!"
Just then someone knocked at the door. Randy opened it to Dr. Powell.
"How's the patient?"
"Not very." Mrs. Gardner spoke as she came from the bedroom.
Dr. Powell looked puzzled. "I'm afraid I don't understand."
"She's been moaning and groaning about getting out of bed all day today, saying she'll die of boredom if she doesn't."
"And," Randy added. "She's been saying the same thing for the past two or three days."
Dr. Powell smiled. "Good. If she's feeling well enough to argue I'd say she'll make it."
"You sure?" Randy asked.
"Yes, but I think I'll go ahead and poke my head in just to see for myself."
Randy went with him and was elated to see that Aileen was sitting up in bed and had regained the color in her cheeks.
"Doc," She said entreatingly when they entered the room. "Can you please tell these people that I can get out of my own bed? I've been here for a month and done nothing but hand sewing and drawing in my journal. I'm going to die of boredom!"
Dr. Powell smiled as he looked at her from the end of the bed. "So I've heard. You are looking better."
"Are you saying I didn't look well before?" She teased him. Aileen loved to tease and fluster the ever-serious doctor.
"I said 'better.' You looked fine before, but you look better now."
"So I can get up out of bed?"
Dr. Powell looked over her with scrutinizing eyes. "Tell you what, if you think you can do it, I want to see you sitting in your chair in the other room when I come back in two days, but not before. Alright?"
She huffed like a little child who hadn't gotten her way, smiling all the while. Alive and well.
Here it is, as promised - "Tarryn." Sorry that the chapters are so short. Reviews still make my day, though. This is the end of this story. The next story in the series is "Christmas Miracles," where we return to Carson's storyline. Motivation to work on that story would be beyond awesome. Thanks, everybody!:)