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When Morley had finished his story, Tyne lay quietly for a few moments, her eyes closed. Then she opened them and whispered, “I want to go to Calgary.”
His eyes lit up with the first smile she had seen in them since she awakened from the anaesthetic. “Why am I not surprised?” he said.
“I just want to know one thing, Morley. Why did they run away?”
“That’s what I want to know, too.” Morley had said soberly. “And I plan to find out.”
Lying in bed in the small private room on the Maternity wing, Tyne prayed that Morley could make arrangements for her to go to the city. She would have to consult Miss Larson, of course, and ask for a leave-of-absence. She knew the matron would do everything in her power to grant her request.
As if Tyne’s thought had conjured her up, the door opened and Inge Larson came into the room. “I see you’re awake, Tyne. Good, I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“You’re not disturbing me. But why are you still here? Have you been home at all since last night?”
“No, but I managed a few hours sleep in the doctor’s lounge. I’m all right.”
Tyne took a deep breath and sat up in bed. “Have you heard anything … from … about the boys?”
“Yes, Tyne, that’s what I came to tell you. Dr. Dunston just called. Ronald will be all right, but he’ll probably lose some toes and fingers, and one ear doesn’t look too good.”
Tyne winced, then whispered, “And Bobby?”
“He’s stable, so that’s a good sign. They aren’t sure about his hands and feet.”
“He’s not out of danger yet, is he?”
Inge shook her head. “No, I’m afraid not. We just have to hold onto faith.”
“Miss Larson, I want to go to Calgary. Is it asking too much to request a leave?”
The matron smiled. “It’s already been taken care of. Morley told me last night that you want to go. I’m not surprised.”