“Be calm,” said the surgeon, “and I will send around and see.”
I must have become unconscious again; for the next I knew I was in a white bed, with other white cots, and a white-dressed nurse attending. I was in a hospital.
“How came I here?”
“You were brought in a minute ago,” said the nurse, “and you are to be kept quiet. Here, take this drink.”
“No,” I said, smelling of it. “It will put me to sleep. I want to see how the chaplain is!
“He is all right,” answered the nurse. “I was told to tell you so.”
“All right,” I said, pushing away the drink. “Then I shan’t need that stuff to keep me quiet.”
This surgeon did not turn out so bad, after all. He at least gave me enough to eat; and I was told that I would be all right in a few months!
“I guess I will!” I said. “I am not hurt very bad, and I will be up sooner than that. I know it by my feelings.” And I was!
I was pretty cross for a while because they would not let me get up and walk around.