There is nothing whatever for you to worry about. You'll be better
in the morning."
But the shapes were obstinate, and would not be expelled. They were,
moreover, beginning to take definite form.
"Wasn't there an accident?" she said restlessly. "I wish you would tell
me."
"Well, I will," the doctor answered, "if you will keep quiet and not vex
yourself. There was a bit of an accident. The carriage was overturned.
But no one was hurt but you, and you will soon be yourself again if you
do as you're told."
"But how am I hurt?" questioned Nan, moving her head on the pillow with a
dizzy feeling of weakness. "Ah!" with a sudden frown of pain. "It--it's
my arm."
"Yes," the doctor said. "It's your arm. It went through the carriage
window. I have had to strap it up pretty tightly. You will try to put up
with it, and on no account must it be moved."
She looked at him with startled eyes.
"Is it very badly cut, then?"
"Yes, a fragment of glass pierced the main artery. But I have checked the
bleeding--it was a providential thing that I was at hand to do it--and
if you keep absolutely still, it won't burst out again. I am telling you
this because it is necessary for you to know what a serious matter it is.
Any exertion might bring it on again, and then I can't say what would
happen. You have lost a good deal of blood as it is, and you can't afford
to lose any more.
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