is a gentle mare and would never drag me!”
The doctor smiled indulgently. “Sorry, Maddie,” he said gently, “but that’s exactly what happened.”
“Then she was afraid.”
“Possibly. Undoubtedly,” he added. “She was falling, as well. Fear is only natural in that instance.”
“Where is she? Do you know?”
“I knew that would be your first question once you were lucid, so I made some phone calls to find out. Fanchon is stabled at the rodeo grounds. She’s fine and so will you be in time.”
“In time?” Maddie repeated suspiciously. “How much time?” She should be on the road right now, heading for Abilene and the next major rodeo on the circuit calendar.
“I’d say at least a month.” Dr. Upton got to his feet and began writing on the chart. “Even small bones take time to knit, Maddie, and I believe you’ll require some physical therapy on that hand once the healing process reaches a certain stage. Now, I’d like you to stay here through tomorrow night, so we can keep an eye out for infection. If all goes well, I’ll release you the following morning.”
“Infection? In my hand?”
“Maddie, your right side is one huge abrasion from your forehead to midcalf. We had to pick minute pieces of gravel out of your skin with medical tweezers. There are antibiotics in your IV and antibiotic salve under the dressings on the worst of your injuries. You’ve also been given a rabies shot because of incurring open wounds around horses. Infection is a very real threat and…” He saw the horror in Maddie’s eyes. “You haven’t looked in a mirror yet? You’ve been up.”
“I have?”
“Twice, according to the nurses’ notes on the chart. To use the bathroom, Maddie. You don’t remember?”
“No.”
“Well, your pain medication is quite powerful. I’m going to keep you on it tonight and then change it to a less potent drug in the morning. A nurse will be in later to check your dressings. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Maddie was in shock. She could handle a broken hand, but abrasions from her forehead to the middle of her calf? That, of course, was where her leg started being protected by her sturdy riding boot. “My God,” she whispered. Was she going to be disfigured?
Maddie clenched her good fist and told herself differently. Dr. Upton hadn’t even hinted at disfigurement, and she was not going to lie in this bed and imagine the worst.
But she was going to be laid up and useless for a month. “No!” she whispered. A whole month of doing nothing? She’d go nuts!
A dinner tray was brought in then, and Maddie looked at the cup of bouillon, the small bowl of green gelatin and another cup containing hot water for tea with very little interest. In the first place she wasn’t hungry, and if she were, it wouldn’t be for bouillon.
If she were a weepy type of woman, she’d lie there and bawl.
But she wasn’t a crybaby, she was a doer, and she was not going to be an invalid for four miserable weeks, she simply wasn’t!
The few times Maddie woke up in the night, she worried about her horse. When she came wide awake at six, she figured out that her pain medication must have been reduced during the night, because her head was clearer than it had been since the accident. Instantly, although in severe physical discomfort, she again worried about Fanny. Was a responsible person feeding her? Making sure she had fresh water? Taking her outside for exercise?
Barrel racing demanded total unity between horse and rider, and Maddie had no doubt that Fanchon was the deciding factor in her success in the arena. Without Fanny, Maddie knew she would be just another rodeo hopeful. Along with loving Fanny with all her heart, the quarter horse was extremely valuable monetarily, and what if someone should steal her from the rodeo grounds?
Maddie shuddered. She had to get out of this hospital today. Dr. Upton had said that if all went well he would release her tomorrow morning. That wasn’t good enough for Maddie. She was not going to lie here all day and worry.
And so, when breakfast was delivered—solid food this morning—Maddie forced every bite of a bowl of sticky oatmeal down her throat and drank her glass of orange juice like a good little girl. When a nurse asked how she was feeling—it had been a long time since her last pain shot—Maddie lied and said, “Much, much better, thank you.”
The nurse unhooked her IV and then brought in some pills. Maddie asked what they were and the nurse replied, “The blue one is an antibiotic, the white one is for pain.”
“I’m only going to take the antibiotic,” Maddie said with a hopeful little smile. “Is that all right? If I was in pain…but I’m not…and…”
The nurse frowned. “No pain at all?”
“Very mild discomfort. Not nearly enough to knock myself out with pain medication, and even if the pill isn’t that strong, I really detest that fuzzy-headed feeling I get from sedatives.”
“Well…all right, but you are to ring at once if you start hurting.”
“Oh, I will.”
The charade was more difficult when bath time rolled around. “I can do it myself, really,” Maddie told the young woman who came in to give her a bed bath. The woman finally believed her and left, and Maddie soon learned how inept she was with her left hand. She hurt so badly that she nearly rang for that pill a dozen times. Gritting her teeth throughout the ordeal, she bathed herself and struggled into a fresh nightgown. Exhausted and not daring to show it, she waited for the young nurse to return and check her abrasions.
This time Maddie asked for a mirror, which was brought to her. “Oh, my God,” she whispered when she saw the right side of her face.
“It looks worse than it is because it was painted with red antiseptic,” the young nurse told her. “It’s all up and down your right side. See?”
Maggie saw all right, and her heart felt heavy as lead. “Will…it wear off?”
“Of course it will. When you’re strong enough to take showers, it will disappear in a few days. You’re healing nicely, Maddie. My orders for this morning are to apply antibiotic cream to your abrasions but to leave them uncovered.”
“There’s no sign of infection, then?”
“None at all.” The young nurse was finishing up. “Dr. Upton will be in to see you, probably within the hour.” She left the room.
Maddie closed her eyes. Weepy type of woman or not, she truly felt like bawling. She looked like a character in a horror movie!
Even terribly uncomfortable she dozed. She opened her eyes when Dr. Upton said, “No pain medication today, Maddie?”
“Hello,” she said with as much normalcy as she could muster. “Should I take a drug I don’t need?”
“No, you shouldn’t, but I have to question why you don’t need it.” He checked her chart for another minute or so, then set it down on the foot of
