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My Aunt. Chapter 22

Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

house. The air was cool as the sun was not yet high enough to warm it but I did not notice, such was my haste. Once inside the main house I headed straight for the stairs. "Miss 'arcourt, wait!" I heard the words but they didn't register and I continued onto the wide shallow staircase. "Miss 'arcourt, Stop!" I heard the words again, this time accompanied by the rapid clatter of hobnail boots as they ran to catch up with me. Halfway up I finally stopped and turned. It was the guard. "e's not there, Miss." The words hit me like a hammer. I had missed him! "But, Sister Watson said the ambulance would be here at Nine-Thirty." "I'm sorry, Miss, I meant 'e is not upstairs, 'e is still 'ere." I glared at him for a moment until he continued. "Sister Watson said you would be comin', said I was to take you to him." "All right," I replied, relieved he had not gone early. "Lead on." As we walked, the guard explained that Thomas had been taken earlier, to a downstairs room with French doors so he could be easily moved straight onto the ambulance when it arrived. A moment or two later we arrived at a large door which, after knocking, the guard opened. He stepped back to allow me entrance whilst announcing my presence. "Victoria?" A weak voice whispered my name. "Thomas! You are awake!" I exclaimed and took a few steps towards the bed on which he was lying, then stopped. I looked at Philomena then at Doctor Harris, both of whom were seated beside the patient, waiting, watching. In unison ... they nodded and smiled. Doctor Harris stretched out his hand in a signal that I could approach Thomas. I almost ran to his side and took his hand. "When did you...?" He did not answer but squeezed my hand. He barely had the strength for more than a gentle movement but I felt it. Phil had got to her feet by now and was standing the other side of the bed. I noticed that Thomas was, in fact, on a stretcher which had been placed on a steel table which, in turn, had a thin straw palliasse upon it. The first thing I noticed was that his eyes were open but staring up at the ceiling, unseeing. I looked at Philomena. "He regained his senses around ten o'clock last night," she said. "He called out for you." Ten o'clock would have been about the time that Bethany and I... I shuddered at the odd coincidence. Turning my attention back to Thomas, I looked at his face. It was calm with no expression showing. "Can he see?" "No, I am afraid not," was her reply. "We don't really understand how he saw you in the garden but we are hoping that the National will be able to get to the root of the problem. His eyes seem to react to light and yet he still cannot see." I bent forwards and kissed his forehead. He smiled and again, I felt his hand try to squeeze mine. "Don't give up, Thomas," I whispered. "Live for me and for yourself." "I love you," he whispered. I hadn't expected that and didn't know what to say. Did I love him too? I did not know so I stroked his face, noting the slight stubble growth ...