Ann Martin - Stacey's Emergency

By one o'clock everyone had arrived. Laine and my Stoneybrook friends greeted each other happily. (They'd met before.) Then they all found seats (Kristy and Mary Anne refused to sit in the plastic chairs again, so they perched on the bed with Laine, while Claud and Dawn risked the chairs.)

"Guess what," I said. "I never opened my presents yesterday." I pointed to a corner where one of the nurses had hastily stacked the boxes and packages while my friends were being ushered out of the room.

"Good. Open them now," said Claud.

At that moment, a nurse entered my room.

"Aughhh!" exclaimed Mary Anne in a muffled shriek. "Another blood test?"

"No," said the nurse, smiling. "A guest check. I see you have . . ."

Her voice trailed off as she looked at me. My face was practically pleading with her. "Please, please, please let everyone stay," it was saying.

"I see that you have," the nurse began again, "exactly two visitors."

"Oh, thank you," I said, letting out the breath I'd been holding.

"You're welcome. Just don't make too much noise, okay?"

"No problem," I replied.

The nurse disappeared. "We're safe," I announced in a loud whisper.

"Good. Open the presents," said Claud. She piled them on my bed. They tumbled around Laine and Krisry and Mary Anne.

I reached for one. But Claud moved it away. "How about this one?" she asked, handing me another.

"Okay," I said. I looked at the tag. "Why, it's from you!"

Everybody giggled.

Claudia's present was a beaded bracelet that she'd made herself.

"Thanks!" I exclaimed as I slipped it on.

That was the beginning of an afternoon of (quiet) fun.

I even managed to forget about Mom and Dad.

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Chapter 14.

"Mary Anne?" said Charlotte plaintively.

"Yeah?" replied Mary Anne.

"I don't feel good."

It was about eight o'clock on Thursday evening. Mary Anne had been at the Johanssens' for half an hour. When she had arrived, Charlotte was already in her nightgown, sitting on her bed, looking slightly pale.

Mary Anne did not panic when Charlotte said she wasn't feeling well. She knew what was going on with Char. So she said calmly, "How don't you feel good?"

"I'm sort of achey. And I'm really tired. I think my neck is getting stiff. I probably have Lyme disease. We'll know for sure if a rash appears where I've been bitten by the tick. Of

course, a rash doesn't always show up. Then you have to get a blood test or something."

"Char, when was the last time you played in the woods?"

Charlotte paused. "I don't remember," she said after a moment. "But that doesn't matter, you know. Carrot spends lots of time outdoors." (Carrot is the Johanssens' schnauzer.) "He could bring deer ticks into the house. I could have been bitten right here in my bedroom."

Mary Anne didn't know what to say to that.

I could sympathize. When my parents had come back to the hospital (separately) on Monday, I hadn't been sure what to say to them. The night before, I had thought of some things I wanted to say, like, "Don't put me in the middle," or, "Let the doctors talk about my disease. They're the experts, not you."

But did I say those things? No. I was too chicken. All I could do was apologize over and over again. "I'm sorry," I kept saying. "I don't know how I could have told you to shut up and to get out."

"Well, you were upset," said Dad.

"You weren't feeling well," said Mom.

"That's true. . . ." But those weren't the most important reasons behind what I'd said. The important reasons were much more com-

plicated. By Thursday, when Mary Anne was sitting for Charlotte, my parents and I had gotten over Saturday. We were no longer angry. Mom and Dad had accepted my apologies. But I wasn't much closer to telling them what was really wrong than I had been before our fight. However, I was thinking all the time. I knew that when I was ready, I would have plenty to say and that I would say it without getting angry or upset.

At any rate, it didn't matter that Mary Anne had no calming words for Charlotte. That's because Char was convinced she had Lyme disease. There was no talking her out of it. Besides, while Mary Anne was still coming up with something to say, Charlotte shrieked suddenly and pointed to the rug.

"What's wrong?" asked Mary Anne, alarmed.

"I see a deer tick! Right here in my room. Now do you believe me?"

"Where's the tick?" Mary Anne was slightly annoyed.

"Right there," Char answered, still pointing to the rug.

Mary Anne peered at the floor. "That little thing?" Her eyes had finally rested on a tiny black dot working its way from one side of the room to the other.

"Deer ticks are small," Charlotte informed

Mary Anne. "No bigger than the period at the end of a sentence."

Mary Anne is not crazy about bugs, but she examined the moving speck from short range. At last she said, "Char, that is not a tick. It's a very small spider."

"How can you tell?"

"It's too big to be a deer tick. Besides, it just looks like a spider."

"Oh. Well, can you get rid of it?"

"I won't kill it, if that's what you mean," Mary Anne replied. "But I'll put it outside. I'll set it free."

"Okay," agreed Charlotte. And by the time Mary Anne had set the spider outdoors, Charlotte had another complaint. "You know, I really think I might have arthritis," she said when Mary Anne returned. "My back hurts. People can get arthritis in their backs, you know. . . . Or, wait! I bet I have a kidney disease. People sometimes get backaches when they have a kidney infection."

"They also run fevers." Mary Anne touched Char's forehead. "And you don't have one."

Charlotte was silent for awhile. Finally she said, "Let's read, Mary Anne. Let's read about ..." Charlotte scanned her bookshelf. Then she asked Mary Anne if there were any new books in her Kid-Kit.

"Just one," answered Mary Anne. She

fished around in the box until she found a copy of The Five Little Peppers and How They Grew, which is a story about the Pepper family, not a bunch of vegetables.

"Ooh, that looks good," said Char.

"It is. I think you'll like it. Do you want me to start reading?"

Charlotte nodded. She snuggled againstMary Anne. But Mary Anne hadn't read more than four pages when Charlotte interrupted her.

"Mary Anne? My throat is really sore."

"Maybe you should gargle," suggested Mary Anne.

"Maybe," said Charlotte. "But I don't know if gargling will help a strep throat."

Mary Anne closed her eyes briefly. Just as she was opening them, ready for yet another talk with Charlotte, the phone rang. Mary Anne ran downstairs to answer it. (She could have answered the upstairs phone, but Mary Anne feels funny about entering Dr. and Mr. Johanssen's bedrooom. Or any other grown-up's bedroom, for that matter.)

"Hello, Johanssens' residence," said Mary Anne.

"Hi, it's Claud," said Claudia, "and I have some news about Stacey."

"News? What's happened?" Mary Anne asked quickly. Was this good news or bad

news? Had I had another relapse? she wondered. Were my new shots working the way they should be?

"Okay, get this/' said Claud. "Stacey will be home on Saturday."

"All right!" cried Mary Anne. "Just two more days. Wait till I tell Charlotte. She will be so happy! You can't imagine."

"Oh, yes, I can!" exclaimed Claudia. "And tell Char that when Stacey returns she'll have to rest for a week, then she can go back to school, and a week after that she can start baby-sitting again."

"Terrific!" said Mary Anne.

"I'm calling all the BSC members," added Claud, "so I better go now."

Mary Anne hung up the phone then and raced to Charlotte's room. "Guess what! Guess what!" she cried. "No, you won't guess, so I'll tell you."

"Yeah?" said Charlotte.