“Barry, my love!” Callie squeals and runs up to a handsome man. She throws her arms around his neck in an excitable embrace. He looks like he could do with a hair cut and his beard is one of those scraggly, messy types that get left to grow without being shaped or trimmed for tidiness. He may not look like a million bucks, but the car he is driving sure means he’s got money, just like Callie said. He gives Callie a big old hug and grabs her arse with a squeeze, “hello baby, I’ve missed you sooo much!” He turns to me after their embrace and smiles with a lovely genuine smile that immediately makes me feel relaxed, and I can now see what Callie sees in him. Hmm, she normally has terrible taste in men, but going against my better judgement, I kind of think they might just work as a couple. They are kind of cute together. I know I’m dreaming, but, Oh, what a wonderful dream this is...... I can feel the happiness radiating from Callie, she is positively beaming a
Deliberating it in my mind, I do think it is time for proper introductions, I can’t keep calling the doctor lady, Doctor lady! And I can’t keep calling the hunky bearded man, Bearded man! And I most certainly couldn’t call him, Hunky Bearded Man to his face. I place my cup on the table next to me, it causes me to flinch and I interrupt what the doctor lady is telling the bearded man about why it’s a good idea for me to get out of bed and move around. They both hear me flinch and turn to look at me with big, expectant eyes. That’s when the older gentleman comes into the room. I stare back at them with big petulant eyes, as if to say I’m okay it was just a flinch. The older gentleman then says, “what is your name dear girl?” It crosses my mind for a split second that maybe they aren’t the good people they are trying to come across as. Maybe they've kidnapped me and done this to me. After all, no matter how hard I try to remember, I just can’t seem to recall what
As I lay and think, trying my best to remember what happened to me since climbing off the bus I hear hushed voices coming from the other room. It’s hard to hear at first, but as I focus my attention on the voices I can hear bits and pieces, depending on who’s talking. The Sheriffs voice is difficult to hear because he has a hushed tone and he also has a thick Alaskan twang. However, Doctor Willows voice is clear and concise and I can hear some of what she is saying when she speaks even though she is speaking in a whispered tone. Robins voice, well I can hear every word he speaks. He has one of those deep voices that reverberates through the wooden walls, even though he is speaking softly. He has a nice comforting tone to his deep voice. It reminds me of when we were young children, before our parents died. My father would always be up before sunrise and he would make his morning coffee and hum quietly to himself, and although he did it quietly, his deep voice would travel thr
On the request of Doc Willow, Robin and Sheriff Penser sit in the living room being as still as they can be, trying to overhear what is being said in the bedroom between Doc Willow and Cammie. After some time Doc Willow comes out of the bedroom, “she’s sleeping now, I’ve given her a light sedative”. Willow runs her hand from her brow to the sides of her forehead and rubs her temples gently. She has a pained expression and says quietly, “I need a paracetamol, I have a pounding headache”. She walks over to the green medical bag that I had to retrieve from the snow on the first day they’d arrived. She digs around and pulls a box of pills out, pops them from their container and swallows two. Then walks over to the kitchen and pours a tall glass of water before downing half of that. She leans against the kitchen counter, closes her eyes and puts her head back as if trying to will-away the ache that is pulsating through her head. With a long sigh she lifts her head and opens her eyes. I
As promised, Robin is up at first light. After a quick look in on Cammie who is still sleeping after a restless night of her tossing and turning so much that it kept him awake most of the night. She seems to be sleeping better now so he decides to slink off without making a sound. He forgoes the coffee as that would wake the sheriff and doc up. Robin grabs his coat and heads straight out. It’s cold out and he shivers a little as he zips his coat up and pulls his hood up and over his head. Breathing out white clouds of puff into the cold, crisp morning air, he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out his gloves. It’s still a little dark but the sun is peaking through the tree line and the sky is clear, not a cloud in sight. It looks like it’s going to be a bright sunny day today. Hopefully some of the snow will melt and things will start to get back to normal around here. After some shovelling of snow to make a path to the shed, he struggles to pull the door open. Once in it’s still
Robin is happy that the radio is working now and that Cammie can get some proper medical attention, but he can’t but help feel upset about her having to leave the cabin. The main reason he rushed to get the radio fixed is so that he could try find some information about Cammie’s sister, but now the realisation that Cammie will be air lifted out of here in a few hours is putting him on edge. The notion that her leaving is causing him this much stress is ludicrous, after all, he’s only known her a few days.... but he just can’t let her go. What is wrong with him? He can feel the tension rising in himself and can’t deal with it, he decides the best thing to do is to create some space between her and him and to keep himself busy. He stands up with an almighty thud, everyone turns to look at him with a jolt. He stares back with a frown that he wouldn’t be able to hide even if he tried and says with a short and matter of fact tone, “I guess that’s that, the chopper’s arranged, I guess i
Stomping around outside in the snow, trying to keep busy and trying to avoid thinking of Cammie leaving the homestead, Robin is shovelling snow like crazy. ‘Cammie is going to be gone within the hour, I may not see her again’, Robin thinks to himself. This whole trying to keep busy to avoid thinking of her isn’t exactly working. Which frustrates him even more. He is so annoyed that if the snow was pure 10inch thick ice he would punch it with his bare fists. Instead he shovels the snow with more intensity then before. So much so that there is snow flying all over the place with every shovel and it looks like he’s creating his own man made storm. Shovelling snow like his life depended on it, he keeps mulling it over and talking to himself as usual, “if Cammie leaves for town today, when will the roads be clear enough for me to drive down into town to check on her? I don’t like the idea of her being in town, her attackers could be anywhere, could be anyone... and with three of the
I didn’t know it would be that easy! Cammie thinks to herself. I mean, I didn’t put much thought into the whole idea of staying. In fact, Cammie surprised herself just as much as she had the others in the bedroom when she just blurted out that she wasn’t going back to town with them. But she couldn’t have asked for a better reaction from Robin. She looks over at Robin now, “are you sure I can stay?” She says in a surprised and pleased yet pleading manner. “I’ll work for my keep!” She says, determined that he shouldn’t change his mind. With that comment, Robin can’t help himself, what Cammie had just said, was possibly one of the most absurd things he had heard all year. Unable to hold it in he chuckles under his breath. “No my broken dove, it’s admirable of you, but, you will not be working for your keep while I have anything to say about it. You need rest and recuperation”. Now, if any other man had referred to Cammie as a broken dove, she would have probably had them by the