DAWN WILL RISE
By Tessa Harvey
Mark was pacing the hospital waiting room floor, upsetting other relatives or friends so much that a senior nurse firmly asked him to go and get coffee or walk outside.
Already he had had repeated admonishments. For a moment he swung an arm back as though to strike the man, who wisely stepped back. Fearing the threat of police intervention, Mark desisted and left, clattering loudly down the stairwell.
Ella was anxious about Dawn's operation, but Rose was bereft. The staff had Ella's mobile contact. She took Rose quietly down in the lift, first making it clear she was getting food for this baby. Rose struggled to get down when they reached ground level.
Slowly they walked to the cafeteria. Rose was really hungry and demolished some sandwiches without spilling more than a few crumbs. Ella had some biscuits and water. Another half hour, she thought........
How waiting dragged minute by aching minute. Then they would know if Dawn could ever walk properly. But unlike Mark, Ella was praying to God. She was reading something called John's Gospel. Gospel means Good News and Ella had faith to believe for her child's healing. Soon they would know.
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