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Ill stay. Youre about to collapse.
Rigg knocked on the door just then and Bill was relieved. Rigg would be able to get May home better than Gilbert. But it was not to be. May was adamant and Bill knew he was going to have to see to the job himself. After a long discussion, it was decided that Gil would open the shipping office. Rigg needed to get to the mercantile and Bill would take his wife home.
Bobbie was very compassionate with Mrs. Taylors plight but she did look utterly drained. Offering to stay with Jeff until someone came to relieve her, Bobbie found herself at Jeffs bedside a few minutes later. She carefully opened the curtains over the two windows in her room, since it was a cloudy day, and sat in the chair with her Bible.
Certain that someone was beating him in the head with a sledgehammer, Jeffs hand came up to push the pain away, but all he encountered was a cloth of some sort and more pain.
A small, warm hand grasped the hand he had put on his head and held it on the edge of the mattress. Jeff told himself to look at the owner of the hand, but his body wouldnt obey.
Mom?
No, its me, Bobbie.
Jeff didnt speak again but maneuvered his hand until his fingers were linked with those of Bobbies. The act brought fresh tears to Bobbies eyes and a prayer to her heart.
This is my friend, Lord, and hes hurt. Its been so nice to have Jeff for a friend. Please take away his hurt. Please ease the pain in his head and side. Help him to know that Youre right here in the room with him, and to know Your comfort. Help him to remember who did this, Lord, so they can be brought to the law.
Please comfort his family, especially May. Help her to get some rest today. Thank You for the special family that they are, and thank You too for sending Troy home the short way so he could find Jeff.
Bobbie felt much better after giving Jeff over to God. She was a doer, and it was hard not to be able to do something for Jeffs pain. And then the Lord reminded her that she could do somethingin fact she already had done something: She had prayed.
Jeff wanted a drink about 20 minutes later and Bobbie found out what an inexperienced nurse she was. He did get some in his mouth but he also got some in his ear and down the side of his neck.
Im sorry, Jeff. Bobbie was not very happy with herself, but Jeff peeked at her from one slitted eye and managed a small smile.
Are you trying to drown me?
I think so, Bobbie said as she carefully mopped his neck, ear, and then the pillow.
Is this your room?