Susan and Ms Brown

Hospital

"Ms Brown! Ms Brown!" I yelled, thunder-struck at the scene that just happened. "Call the ambulance! Anyone!" I shouted at the crowd, and I saw someone whip her phone out. I checked her heart and nose. She was till breathing, but her breaths were short and shallow and her heart was beating weakly.

The ambulance came. I watched as Ms Brown was put on a stretcher. She still looked elegant lying there.

"You'd better come along as well, young lady" the paramedics instructed. I climbed into the ambulance. I called the General Office of the school to tell them about the situation, and that I would be late for the next class. "Please return to school before the end of lunchtime. We will notify Ms Brown's relatives." I hung up.

All through the ominous ambulance journey I was very worried. I prayed silently,  hoping that she would wake up. But she didn't.

She was rushed to the hospital. The doctor asked me about the whole situation.

After I had finished telling the doctor what I knew, tears were threatening to escape my eyes. I swiped at them. Fortunately they didn't come, but there was a lump in my throat.

"She most probably had a heat stroke. So you really don't have to worry too much" The doctor reassured me. I wanted to say yes, but it got stuck in my throat. I nodded.

I checked my watch. Twelve forty-nine. Phew. There is still time. Ms Brown, wake up please, I thought.

One o-five. Lunch was nearly over and I would have to go soon. I was more desperate than ever, growing more agitated by the second.

The door opened. The doctor came out. I immediately asked him about Ms Brown. He calmly replied that she was fine, it was just a minor heat stroke, so there was no need to worry. Relief broke across my face.

I quickly flew into the room, and sat next to the bed.

Her eyes began to flutter.

Slowly, she raised her eyelids.

"Ms Brown!" I cried and hugged her. She chuckled weakly and hugged back.

I watched as Ms Brown sat up slowly. "Thank you," she whispered, barely audible, but the confidence and elegance was back. "I hope I had not scared you. I have an idea, why don't you go back to school now, and write for me a poem about your feeling in this incident? It would be fun, and we can discuss it after I am discharged from the hospital."

I could not believe my ears. The first thing she said to me after waking up from a heatstroke is to give me a writing assignment? This lady was really a class on her own!