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Chapter 120: The Sister’s Gift

Chapter 120: The Sister’s Gift

Tim came out of the bedroom, and Carter smiled. "Good afternoon sleepyhead. I see that you finally decided to wake up and grace us with your presence. You must really have been exhausted."

Tim looked at Carter. "No, I’ve been up. I just got back a few minutes ago from seeing Jared in his room."

Carter made a funny expression. "Baby, you have been asleep for hours. We were almost going to wake you up so that you wouldn’t miss visiting hours to see Jared."

"I’ve already seen him. He looks horrible, but he’s okay. He knows about the baby and he knows his name. I told him it was okay that when he was ready and the time was right, we could try again, but I understood if he didn’t want to." Tim paused, gathering his thoughts. "But Sister Agatha told us that Timothy was waiting on his baby sister."

Zack laid a hand on Tim’s shoulder. "Tim, who is this Sister Agatha that you’re talking about?"

"Father, she’s the nun that works the wing where the preemies are. She gave Jared and me a photo of Timothy so we would have something to remember him by." Tim turned toward the bedroom. "Let me go get it. It’s on my bed—I brought it back here so you could see."

Tim went back to the room and picked up the framed photo of young Timothy, then carried it into the room for the others to see. He handed it to Carter, who passed it around to everyone.

Ed shook his head. "I know most everybody up here, Tim, and I don’t know of a Sister Agatha working anywhere here in the hospital, especially not since we opened the wing up almost four years ago."

"But Ed, she’s real. I talked to her. She made sure that Jared and I had this special framed picture of Timothy." Tim’s voice grew more insistent. "Go talk to the nurse’s station—that’s where she met me. They will tell you she’s real."

Ed Hawthorne walked out of the room with the photo and headed to the nurse’s station at the intensive care unit. Ed saw one of the other nurses and asked who was in charge. He was pointed to a very statuesque lady who was elegantly dressed in her uniform.

"Excuse me, nurse. I’m Ed Hawthorne, and I have a few questions that need to be answered about the Spinelli baby."

The nurse smiled. "I’m Nurse Hawks. How can I help you, Mr. Hawthorne?"

"First of all, how long have you been here?"

"Sir, I have been here since day one. I transferred out of the regular newborns to the high-risk area. What is this about, sir?"

"The father of the child that was lost earlier is claiming that a nun took him to go see his partner and also presented them with this photograph of their now late child." Ed held up the photo. "Who is Sister Agatha?"

Upon hearing the name, Margaret Hawks dropped her cup of water. Her hand shook as she took the photograph from Ed’s hand. She touched the front of the photograph and read the inscription, and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

"Mr. Hawthorne, if it was anyone else, I would say this was a sick joke, but there’s no doubt that’s Sister Agatha’s handwriting on this photograph of this child." Her voice trembled. "But there’s only one problem, sir—she died four years ago. It was during that flu outbreak. She worked and worked and worked until her body finally gave out when she caught the infection." She looked up at Ed with frightened eyes. "Sir, I don’t know who this young man spoke with, but that could not have been Sister Agatha. There’s no possible way—she’s dead."

Ed took a deep breath and steadied himself. "Nurse Hawks, can anyone else verify that this handwriting belongs to who you say it does and not someone who’s pulled a joke?"

"Nurse Easily, come here please. I need you to check something for me." Margaret handed the photograph to Elizabeth Easily, another nurse on the floor. She had the same reaction when she saw what was inscribed.

"Margaret, it can’t be. There’s no way she could sign this—Sister Agatha is dead." Elizabeth’s voice was barely a whisper. "But that’s what she used to write on every photo that she took for the parents of a child that passed away here."

"Mr. Hawthorne, can we speak to the father of the child so that he can describe the person who gave this to him? Because I’m sorry, I’m having a hard time believing this myself, and that scares me to death."

Margaret looked at the photograph again. "Look what’s draped around the child’s neck—it’s Sister Agatha’s cross, the one that she was buried with. There was never two like that. It was a special one that had been passed down to her through her order, and it was buried with her."

The two nurses were definitely left shaken. They had never seen anything like this before, and with their convictions, they felt that there was a higher power at work.

Ed thanked the two nurses and told them he would bring Tim back along with other family members so that they could all talk together in a conference room. Nurse Easily and Hawks went back to their jobs and waited.

Before Ed could get on the elevator, Nurse Hawks approached him. "Mr. Hawthorne, I’ve just spoken with Sister Agatha’s mother superior, who is in the hospital visiting a sick nun, and I have asked her to please sit in on this meeting if you don’t mind."

"Personally, Nurse Hawks, I think we need all the level heads we can get on this one because something’s not right here." Ed’s expression was grim. "I don’t know what’s going on, but I want to find out what has happened in my hospital."

Ed went back to the room and sat with Carter, Zack, and Emma. He explained to them what he had found out and suggested that they all attend the meeting in the conference room so that they could get to the bottom of this thing—something was going on at the hospital.

Tim walked out of the room and asked his father what was going on.

"Son, we’re going to have a small meeting with a couple of the nursing staff and the mother superior to address what you claim has happened."

"I’m not claiming anything. I know what happened, Father. I know who gave me this photograph. I know who took me to see Jared and who comforted Jared while I was there in the room."

Ed showed everyone to the conference room, and they had a seat waiting for the mother superior. The mother superior arrived and was shown to a seat. Ed walked over to Tim and asked for the photograph. He presented the photograph to the mother superior and asked her if she knew anything about this.

The mother superior looked at the photograph and began to read. She put the photograph down and dropped to her knees, beginning to pray immediately.

The mother superior stood back up and looked at Tim. "Young man, I have three photographs of my own, and I want you to show me who gave you this photograph with this child in it."

"This is a photograph of my late son, ma’am, and the person who gave it to me said her name was Sister Agatha."

The mother superior was still definitely shaken when she laid out three photographs in front of Tim. Within two seconds, he pointed to Sister Agatha. "There she is, right there. That’s Sister Agatha—that’s who gave me and Jared the picture inscribed of our son." His voice grew quieter. "She also said that he would be watched over by others because he had a special job to do by the Father of all, and she took my son away with her."

"Son, I don’t know what to tell you, but this event with your son means something very special." The mother superior’s voice was filled with awe. "I knew Sister Agatha when she was alive—she was one of my oldest nuns in the convent, she was a friend. But she passed away four years ago of a bad outbreak of flu." She paused, looking at the photograph again. "I don’t know how you got this photo of your son, and I don’t know how she signed what she did on it. This is a miracle, and your son is destined for greatness."