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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 91 I wanted to touch him. I wanted to reach out and stroke his arm and tell him to hold on. My arm stretched out, but Mom pulled me back. A nurse entered the room and turned on some lights. Someone followed in hospital scrubs. "We're going to take Colby down for some tests," the nurse said. "How long?" Mom asked. "Maybe an hour." Mom and I moved out of the way and watched as Colby was rolled from the room. A minute later a doctor entered. Gus stood. The doctor looked at a clipboard and punched something into a computer. He turned to Gus. "He's stable," the doctor said. "That's a good thing. Hopefully, we'll know more after the scan." Gus nodded. The doctor took stock. "I'm planning to keep him sedated. You should go home and get some sleep." He looked at Mom and me. "There isn't anything you can do tonight," he added. Gus sat down like he hadn't heard a word. The doctor said, "I'll have more news in the morning." Mom took me back to Dad. She said, "Colby won't be back for an hour. Maybe longer. They'll keep him asleep tonight." Dad stared toward Colby's room. He didn't move. "Take Gus home," Mom ordered. "Put him to work if you have to. Do something to give the man some peace." |
