“That’s what they told me,” Doris said dully.
“Thanks, dear,” Jean replied. “I’ll go right over.”
Jean dashed up to the emergency ward as soon as she reached the hospital. Ted and Sally were bent over a small, frail boy, whose body was horribly rigid.
“We’ll be lucky if we can keep him out of the iron lung,” Ted muttered as he worked over the boy.
Jean ran her cool hand across the boy’s feverish forehead. The tiny victim began to mumble.
“There, there,” Jean whispered. “Try to relax.”
“Take it easy, son,” Ted said.
The two girls made him as comfortable as they could, while Ted worked on his muscles. For hours the spasms continued, and then gradually they began to subside. Finally the boy went to sleep.
“Will he be crippled?” Sally asked.
Ted shrugged. “It’s way too early to tell.”