“Is she going to be okay?” The older woman asked.
“We’re going to do the best that we can. Are you her grandmother?”
She shook her head, “No, I watch her while her mother works.”
“How long has she been like this?” I was checking her pupils, they were now sluggish, and the bump to her head was angry looking, turning a dark shade of purple.
“About three hours. She wanted to take a nap. She said her head hurt, but she never sleeps longer than ninety minutes, even when she’s sick. I kept trying to wake her up, but she just wouldn’t.”
I nodded, obviously, the woman didn’t know that you weren’t supposed to let someone sleep after a head injury. Damn. “Is her mother on the way?” I barked out the question as I listened to her heart. It was steady, a little fast, but not alarmingly.
“Yes, I called her, she should be here soon.”
“Teisha, can you get her to the waiting room, please.”
“I can’t wait here with her? Her mother wouldn’t want me to leave her alone.”
“She will be safe with us, ma’am.”
Teisha took the woman’s arm, and I heard her say, “I’m sorry, but since you aren’t family, you’ll need to wait in the waiting room.”
For a brief moment, I wondered what her mother was going to do when she found out that I was the one working on her daughter. I didn’t dwell on it long, because a moment after the thought came, little Marisol began to have a seizure.