Two hours later, Doctor Sullivan
joined Dave, Alvin, and Theodore in the waiting room. Dave
was so anxious he wasn’t sure whether to sit or stand.
“Is everything okay, Doctor? How did it go?”
“The surgery went well, Mr.
Seville. I feel fairly confident it was
a success, although I wouldn’t count on that fact until Simon wakes up.”
Dave violently shook his
hand. “Thank you, Dr. Sullivan, thank
you so much! It's a miracle!”
“May we see him?” Theodore asked
with big eyes.
“Yes, the drugs should wear off
in about ten minutes. He should be awake
then.”
“You boys go ahead. I’m going to call Miss Miller and tell her to
come over.”
Alvin grabbed Theodore’s
hand. “Come on, I remember the way.”
“No running, Alvin!” Dave called
over his shoulder.
Alvin pretended he hadn’t heard.
The doctor had underestimated
when Simon would wake up. The chipmunk
stirred his head to the chirping of a robin outside and opened his eyes to a
white room and a blurry bright light.
All he could see were funny shapes.
His memory was just as fuzzy as his vision. The pungent scent in the air reminded him of
a hospital. The sheets on his bed felt
crisp and thin, like what a hospital would have. Simon groped along the sides of his bed for
his glasses, hitting his hand into the bed railing. Feeling the smooth plastic from his glasses
frames, he put them on his face, and the room came into focus.
He was alone in one of those
private hospital rooms. Simon swallowed
and felt his dry throat. He decided to
get some water from the bathroom sink.
He started to swing his legs over the side when he realized he could
bend his legs, and feel that he was touching his legs, and feel the ground
underneath him, and feel that he was walking.
Simon was walking, and he could feel it all.
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