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Myra was kept in a more private part of the hospital. An IV was hooked up to her arm and she was hooked up to a heart monitor. Her eyes remained closed giving her the appearance of being asleep.
Michael sat on the chair beside her. He kept his hand on hers which felt colder than normal. He waited for the news on what had caused her to end up in the hospital.
A knock on the door disturbed him from his thoughts. A doctor motioned for him wirelessly and he followed. He shut the door halfway behind him before he faced the doctor.
"The good news is your wife will be completely fine, Mr. Jackson," the doctor confirmed, but Michael knew that with good news came bad news.
"What's the bad news?" Michael asked, hands shoved in his pockets.
"She suffered from severe dehydration and exhaustion. When you get her home out best advice is to make sure she drinks plenty of water and gets plenty of rest," he advised. "If she complains of any dizziness or nausea it would be a good idea to bring her back here."
"Thank you," Michael nodded as he returned to sit by Myra's side.
He barely left her side. She may wake up and he wanted to be there when she did. Even off it took hours, he would clear his schedule until she woke up.
He spent his time watching the television in the corner of the room. He didn't know the time, but he was disturbed by a noise beside him. The hand of hers he held began to twitch with the movement of life.
Myra didn't know where she was when she woke up. The last she remembered was practicing. The complete white room took her by surprise.
The first person she had properly saw was Michael or at least ahe thought. Her vision was blurry but with each blink everything grew clearer. She saw the familiar hair along with the red button down and black pants and she knew it was him.
The first thing he did was give her a hug. She still looked pale, but not as pale as she was when she arrived. When she arrived she looked as white as a sheet.
"Why am I here?" She asked.
"You don't remember?" He questioned and she shook her head "You collapsed at a rehearsal and scared Shaylynn and I to death."
"I'm okay," she confirmed as they held hands.
"They told me you had extreme dehydration and exhaustion. That's why when we get home you are staying in bed for a few days," Michael decided.
Home.
Home sounded like the nicest thing at that point. Myra hated hospitals since she was in one twice -- once for a broken arm and then for food poisoning where she was in the emergency room for days and could keep down nothing, not even water. She also had a small fear of needles and the fact one was lodged in her arm wasn't helping.
The doctor came in when he released ahe was awake. He did a check up on her and asked her to move her arms and legs. It did hurt and she couldn't move them as well as she wanted but they moved and that's what mattered.
Myra hated the news that she was to be kept for a few more days. The doctor had good reason but she wanted to go home. She wanted to be surrounded by the familiar surrounding of the home she shared with Michael and not some hospital.
Michael left the hospital towards nine at night. Myra slept in the hospital bed but found it uncomfortable. The mattress felt hard compared to the one at home. She space beside her felt empty without Michael.
The next day Myra was always surrounded by doctors. They monitored her condition and wrote down notes. She felt on display for all to see.
The same doctor from yesterday soon came back. He walked in with a smile on his face like he did everyday.
"How about we try and get you to walk today," he recommended and Myra found that exciting. Sh hadn't been out of the bed yet due to restrictions being set.
The machine with the IV still hooked into her arm followed them to the hallway. She leaned heavily on the doctor due to her legs feeling as though someone hit them with a sledgehammer.
They didn't go to far. He let her keep her hand on his shoulder as she slowly moved one step at a time. He held her upright sometimes when she looked close to losing her balance.
Myra smiled as her legs moved. It hurt but they moved. She built up enough confidence to let go of his shoulder. The way she smiled as she took each step made her look like a baby learning to walk.
Myra was returned to her bed while the doctor documented her progress. Soon she would be home with her family.
