FIRE AND ICE

By Tessa Harvey


    All was confusion and fear. Who could or would help her now?
Finally, Helga thought: "I have a choice. Save me, God, if you even exist," was her inner whisper, then she fell into darkness for what seemed the longest time.     
    She awoke again in a hospital bed. This one was wider. She could feel that straight away - she could feel!
    "Yes, I can feel!" - and she laughed aloud for joy. A nurse came running, followed by a doctor. The nurse had heard her, the monitors called the doctor.
    "Well, the little princess is awake," he boomed in a huge voice. It was the sort of voice she had (when she was little, of course) imagined Santa as having - jolly and fat. But this man was tall and stringy. He soared above her like one of the village boys playing King on the Mountain when they had rolled and then flattened a huge snowball. He spoke again, his voice reverberating around the private room.

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