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The family thanked him again and then Bill went up the stairs to check on his son. Troy was back with Rigg just minutes before the doctor came down.
Hes got a hard head, May, Dr. Grade said from the stairway, but someone tried to put a dent in it tonight. I stitched him up. His ribs are pretty bruised too, so Ive got him wrapped. He was awake long enough to tell me that his attackers wanted money. He tried to tell them he had almost nothing on him and thats when they got rough. You can all go up but just stay a few minutes.
Can we take him home?
No, dont move him. Ill come by tomorrow and check him again. Hes got a concussion, so someone needs to sit with him through the night.
He gave a few more instructions and then Jeffs family mounted the stairs. He awoke when his mother took his hand. May couldnt keep the tears from her eyes when he tried to smile.
Hi, Mom.
Hi, honey. Mays voice broke and Bill put his arm around her.
My head hurts.
Im sure it does. Bill spoke quietly and just barely held his own tears. There were a million questions running through his mind, but he knew they were going to have to wait.
May was staying the night, so the men in the room told Jeff they would see him later. He was asleep by the time the door closed and wasnt even aware of the way his mother pulled the chair close and sat without taking her eyes from him, thanking God that he was still alive.
May sat almost without moving for nearly an hour before the door opened. It was Bobbie, and she whispered her apology.
Ill just be a minute, Mrs. Taylor. I need my nightgown and robe.
Oh, this is your room, May replied, startled. Now that she took a moment to look around she saw that everything was decidedly feminine.
Bobbie, where will you sleep?
Troy has two beds in his room. We were caught off-guard or wed have put Jeff in there. Bobbie stopped and looked at the man lying in her bed.
He looked strangely out of place under the white lacy coverlet, but Bobbie didnt feel like laughing. Her eyes flooded with tears as she looked at his bandaged head and wished she could stay and hold his hand for awhile. But his mother was here and that was best. She knew if it that had been her son in that bed, nothing could take her away.
The night was a long one for May. Jeff rested comfortably but May only dozed in the chair. Maryanne checked on her twice and even made coffee about 3:00 A.M.
Bill was at the house before 7:00 to check on his wife and son. He insisted that May let Gilbert take her home to sleep.
But I want to be here when Dr. Grade comes.