The Beckoning Ride
By Izzie Strawn
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I always felt a flash of danger when I navigated the halls of the nursing home. Emptiness and death lurked in every corner. No escape. The residents were helpless and had none to watch their back. The perilous journey my brother and I had in the nursing home was like traveling barefoot in the desert. We had plenty of food and water but no direction. None noticed. No rescue. Our journey began before COVID 19. I was free to see him anytime. You can decide as you read who became the real hero of the story.
Izzie Strawn
Izzie Strawn is a retired Texas teacher. She was born and raised in Texas and now resides in California. She is now currently working on a fiction novel.
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The Beckoning Ride - Izzie Strawn
Chapter 1
RUN LIKE THE WIND
I gripped the phone tighter as I heard my sister’s voice. Come as quick as you can,
she shouted. It’s Cal. He wouldn’t answer his phone.
Her words came in a rush. I called the fire department to go to his house. They had to take off the back door. Found him on the floor by his bed. They took him to the hospital. Hurry!
And then she hung up.
Wait, wait.
That was all.
Cal. My brother. My hero.
A voice inside me screamed, Go!
I grabbed my fleece. My shaggy, uncombed hair bounced; my fuzzy house shoes flopped on my feet. I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter and tossed my coffee into the sink.
No time for makeup, but I had on clean clothes.
The cold wind hurled sand and dirt as I drove my car from Dallas. Steady. Stay calm. My mind raced. What had happened? Would I lose my brother? Would he ever get to leave the hospital? For seventy-five miles, I drove, clinging to the steering wheel as if on a racetrack.
I spotted the small, red brick hospital. I aimed my car into a tight parking spot. The car bumped the curb, and I rocked back and forth, a ship on a stormy sea.
A wave of antiseptic smell overwhelmed me as I stepped inside the old building. The glossy tile floor looked wet.
Right away, a young receptionist called to me. You must be here to see Cal?
Word certainly got around here. I rushed to the room she pointed to, trying to harness my fears. My sister must have heard me. She stepped out and motioned for me to come in. I took a deep breath before I entered the room.
Someone hurt him, I think,
she said.
I dropped my purse by a chair and rushed to his bed. My heart sank. His eyes, deep blue, looked weary. His gray hair was askew. His six-foot frame overpowered the small, old-fashioned hospital bed.
I touched his weathered arm. How did he get so old?
Cal, it’s Izzie. I’m here.
He looked away when I asked what happened, remained silent, and stared out the window.
I remembered he’d been robbed before. He hadn’t wanted to talk that time either.
I turned to my sister. What happened?
I think someone came back for money, and he refused to give it to them,
she said.
I looked at my brother. Cal?
Was he afraid he could be in danger if he revealed who did this to him?
A middle-aged doctor rushed into the room. His ostrich boots and western jeans showed below his white coat. The heavy thudding of his boots matched my heartbeat.
Here’s the situation,
he said. There are no broken bones or a head injury. However, he is badly bruised and can’t walk. His COPD seems to be under control. His blood pressure is extremely high. Some bodily functions have stopped working. He’s not very responsive. He can’t go back home by himself for a long time.
I sank into a chair. How could this be? Cal had been like a father to me. He’d cooked, cleaned, and walked me to school. I’d followed him everywhere.
Was it now my turn to take care of him?
My future was uncertain. I had just retired and had been looking forward to a well-earned rest. I had more questions than answers. I was devastated.
Was I capable of helping someone so ill?
I pushed the doubts away. He was my brother, and I would fight for his recovery.
Chapter 2
SNOW DAY
I stared out my window at the falling snow. The phone rang. My heart started racing. Cal had been in the hospital only three days. Was this call about him? Was he alright?
Come and get your brother. Medicare will not pay for him to stay any longer,
the doctor said.
What did the doctor mean?
I had left Cal at the hospital yesterday. Overnight, the snow had piled higher, and icicles dangled from my roof. I had been stranded at home, two hours away from the hospital, the mountain road barricaded.
I can’t get there,
I said. Can’t he stay until the roads are clear and I can get there?
No, he can’t stay,
he said.
What did that doctor expect me to do, rent a snowplow?
I descended into a whirlpool of hopelessness. Why are our elderly treated like delicate flowers tossed by an ungrateful wind?
He has to stay,
I said. Is he even well enough to be moved in this weather?
Doesn’t matter. Insurance does. Come get him,
the doctor said.
Did this guy expect miracles? I imagined the doctor having Cal pushed out in the lobby and left there, alone, sick, and afraid. I blocked my tears, hung up the phone, and tried to think rationally.
I couldn’t forgive myself for leaving him there last night. I’d thought he would be safe. I felt isolated and helpless. I started cleaning the kitchen counter, aching for a solution. The ringing startled me. Now what? Filled with desperation, I managed a hello. Cal’s nurse must have overheard the