Passion in James County XV: Ben and Nancy
Chapter twenty-two
Dawn was sitting in the waiting room outside the Intensive Care Unit at the hospital, waiting for her turn to go in and sit with Trish. She was surprised, and delighted, when she saw her mother walk in with Mr. Morris. She jumped to her feet, ran to her mother, and hugged her.
"Mom!" she exclaimed, "I'm really glad you're here. You were gone so long I...I was worried about what was going on." She released her mother, stepped back, looked at Ben, then at her mother. "You...you got Mr. Morris out of jail?"
"There is proof Ben...Mr. Morris...didn't attack Trish," Nancy said. "So they had to let him go."
Dawn turned and surprised both Ben and her mother by hugging him. "God, am I ever glad to hear that!" the girl exclaimed. "It's bad enough Trish is in the hospital, all banged up. If...if I'd have lost you, too, Mr. Morris, I don't know what I'd have done."
Ben gave Dawn a hug. It occurred to him that, if things went as he hoped they would, it wouldn't be the last time he would be hugging her. Then he wondered what she'd think about that. "How is Trish?" he asked.
Dawn stepped back and shook her head. "She isn't good," she said softly. "It...it looks like she might be coming out of the coma a little, but..."
Just then, a bulky woman, dressed in a pink sweat suit, with blonde hair piled high on her head and streaked make upon her face, entered the waiting room. "Mrs. Dillon, I'm glad you're here," the woman said. "We have to call the police."
"Why?" Nancy asked. She wondered why Trish's mother wanted the police.
"Trish...she...she's awake," Mrs. Wilkins said. "She...she told me who...who did this to her. It...it isn't the teacher the police arrested. We...we have to get that straightened out. That poor man shouldn't be in jail."
"It's already been straightened out," Nancy said. "Mrs. Wilkins, I'd like you to meet Ben Morris."
Trish's mother blanched under her makeup. "How...how did...?" she stammered.
"That's not really important," Nancy said. "What is important is that the police know who the real criminal is so they can arrest him before he hurts anyone else. Why don't you and I go and call them right now?" She took Mrs. Wilkins' arm and they started for the door.
Mrs. Wilkins stopped and turned to Ben. "Trish...she...she was askin' for you, Mr. Morris," she said. "If you want, you can go in and see her. I'll tell the nurses it's OK."
"Thank you," Ben said. He walked into the ICU and found the cubicle where Trish lay. He was shocked by what he saw as he approached the girl's bed. Trish's face was swathed in bandages, but he could still see how swollen and bruised it was. Tubes ran into her arms, and various monitors hanging on the wall beeped. He looked down at her. "Hi, Trish," he said softly. "How...how are you doing?"
"Hi...Mr. Morris," came the girl's soft reply. "I...I got my article...finished..." she whispered. "It's...it's in my...my folder on...the hard...drive."
Ben reached down and took her hand. "That's not important now, Trish," he said. "What is important is that you get better and get out of here. I'm not sure we'll be able to get the paper out without you."
Trish squeezed his hand and smiled. "Yeah, sure," she whispered. "It'll probably be better if I'm not there to mess it up."
"No way," Ben said. "How can we have a good paper without one of our best reporters? Look, Trish, I'm glad you're better, but I think I should get going. I don't want to tire you out. Your mom should be back in a couple of minutes."
"Thanks for coming to see me, Mr. Morris," Trish said.
"You're welcome, Trish," Ben replied. "I'll come back, OK?"
"I'll be really pissed at you if you don't come back," the girl told him. "You...you think, maybe, I could write an article about...about what happened to me when...when I get better?"
Ben was amazed by her request. "I think that's a fantastic idea, Trish," he said. "Your story might help keep someone else from going through what you're going through."
"It was that creep, Buddy Marks, that did this to Trish," Dawn told Ben when he walked back into the ICU waiting room. "I heard Mrs. Wilkins telling Mom."
"Where is your mother?" Ben asked.
"She and Mrs. Wilkins are out talking to the cops," Dawn said. "They got here real quick after Mrs. Wilkins called them."
"Dawn, there's something you and I need to talk about," Ben said. He wanted to find out what the young woman thought about his having a relationship with her mother, and now was as good a time as any to find out. If Dawn was opposed, it would make things very difficult.
"What's that?" the girl asked, looking at him with interest.
"Well..." Ben began. He took a deep breath.
Before he could continue, the door opened and Nancy stuck her head in. "Ben, can you come out here a minute?" she asked.
"Sure," Ben said. He turned back to Dawn. "We'll talk later, OK, Dawn?"
"OK," she said. "I'm gonna go in with Trish for a while."
When Ben walked out in the hall he saw Sgt. Dewars and the man he remembered was Lt. Jackman were talking with Nancy and Mrs. Wilkins.
"You wanted to see me?" he asked, very aware that a cold feeling was forming inside his stomach.
"I wanted to talk with you, Mr. Morris," Tim Jackman said. "Can we speak in private for a minute?"