Dwayne's duty phone rang this morning at six. This is part of his job as a Resident Director - he is on call one weekend a month. I could hear the muffled voice of a girl over the line.
"uh- hun," Dwayne said shuffling out of bed and down the hall so as not to disturb me anymore. I heard him getting on his flip flops and sweatshirt, then the clunk of the outside door opening and closing.
I dozed off and about 30 minutes later, Dwayne came back. I rolled over and found him standing on my side of the bed.
"Christin," he whispered. "One of the RA's blacked out and hit his head. They called the paramedics. I'm going to go sit with him at the hospital, then take him out to breakfast if that's what he wants."
An hour later, Noelle woke up. I fetched her from her room and the first thing she asked was, "Where's Daddy?" Dwayne has been gone the last three days and just came home yesterday evening. She was expecting to see him this morning.
"He went to work," I said.
"Went to work?" she echoed back.
"Yes," I said carrying her out into the hallway, "One of the friends [this is what she calls the college students] bumped their head and had to go to the hospital. Daddy when to sit with him."
"I can help!" Noelle exclaimed looking up into my face.
"You can?" I set her down.
"Yep. I can give stickers!" She ran down the hall toward her craft drawer. "Feel all better!" She said triumphantly.
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