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Im fine, Marcail nearly stuttered. It was an accident. She hated the way they were looking at her, and when Skip suggested they step into the infirmary, Marcail came to her feet so fast she felt dizzy.
Theres no need really, she began to babble, her eyes wide with apparent panic. I mean, accidents do happen and
Alex instantly measured up the situation and came to the rescue. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, effectively cutting off her flow of words. Skip saw immediately that he and the boys were not needed, so he ushered his family into the house.
Marcail, still not believing they were going to leave her alone, held herself stiffly in her husbands arms. His hands held her gently against his chest, but Marcail was not comforted. Alex, working at keeping the emotion from his voice, began to question Marcail.
Where did the ball hit you?
In the head, Marcail answered after only a slight hesitation.
Alarm slammed through Alex, but again he hid his emotion. He moved gently until he was grasping Marcail by the upper arms in an attempt to look into her eyes.
How long ago did this happen, Marcail?
I dont know, she said softly.
Was it right after we left?
No, not that long.
Show me where the ball hit.
Marcail reached for the spot above her left ear. Alexs hand followed hers and found a huge knot. His finger probed gently, but careful as he was, Marcail moved from his touch. Alex stood silent a moment, mentally debating his next move. Had this been any of his other loved ones, he would have ordered instead of asked, but with Marcail he chose to tread lightly.
Are you going to panic if I suggest you lie down for a while?
The thought sounded heavenly to Marcail, but she was worried about the boys reaction. I dont want to frighten Jess or Cole, or make them feel any worse than they already do.
Ill handle the family. Alex was more relieved than his voice portrayed. You stay right here, and Ill be back in a few minutes.
Marcail sank down on the porch steps as soon as he left and tried to pray. Shed put such store in this weekend; not just the break from teaching, but also the chance to get to know Alex and his family better.
Marcails attempt at prayer was interrupted when Alex appeared beside her. He stooped, hooked an arm beneath her knees and one behind her back, and lifted her high against his chest.
Oh, Alex, Marcail gasped. That makes me dizzy.
Just close your eyes, he told her calmly, and surprisingly Marcail complied, letting her head rest against his shoulder.
With her eyes closed, Marcail was unaware of the hands holding the door open for their entrance, or the compassionate, concerned adult eyes that watched as Alex bore his wife through the living room and up the stairs.