The Rescue by Nicholas Sparks

sure?"
    "Please. I can only take so many hours of cartoons without a break." Using the remote, she turned down the volume slightly.
    Judy walked to the bed. "Well, I just wanted to come by to meet your son. He's quite the topic of conversation around town now. I got about twenty calls this morning."
    Denise angled her head, glancing proudly at her son. "Well, here he is, the little terror. Kyle, say hello to Miss Judy."
    "Hello, Miss Judy," he whispered. (Hewwo, Miss Jeewey) His eyes were still glued to the screen.
    Judy pulled up the chair and sat beside the bed. She patted him on the leg.
    "Hello, Kyle. How are you? I heard you had a big adventure last night. You had your mother really worried."
    After a moment of silence Denise prodded her son. "Kyle-say, 'Yes, I did.' "
    "Yes, I did." (Yes, I di)
    Judy glanced at Denise. "He looks just like you."
    "That's why I bought him," she said quickly, and Judy laughed. Judy turned her attention to Kyle again.
    "Your mom's funny, huh?"
    Kyle didn't respond.
    "Kyle doesn't talk too well yet," Denise offered quietly. "He's delayed in speech."
    Judy nodded, then leaned in a little farther as if telling Kyle a secret.
    "Oh, that's okay, isn't it, Kyle? I'm not as much fun as watching cartoons, anyway. What're you watching?"
    Again he didn't answer, and Denise tapped him on the shoulder. "Kyle, what's on TV?"
    Without looking at her he whispered, "Scooby-Doo." (Scoody-Doo)
    Judy brightened. "Oh, Taylor used to watch that when he was little." Then, speaking a little slower: "Is it funny?"
    Kyle nodded exuberantly. "Yes, it's funny." (Yes, eez fuh-ee)
    Denise's eyes widened just a little when he answered, then softened again. Thank God for small favors. . . .
    Judy turned her attention to Denise. "I can't believe it's still on the air."
    "Scooby? He's on twice a day," Denise said. "We get to watch it in the morning and the afternoon."
    "Lucky you."
    "Yes, lucky me." Denise rolled her eyes, and Judy chuckled under her breath.
    "So how are the two of you holding up?"
    Denise sat up a little higher in the bed. "Well, Kyle here is healthy as can be. From the looks of him, you'd think that nothing at all happened last night. Me, on the other hand . . . well, let's just say I could be better."
    "Will you be getting out soon?"
    "Tomorrow, I hope. Body willing, of course."
    "If you have to stay, who's going to watch Kyle?"
    "Oh, he'll stay with me. The hospital's been pretty good about that."
    "Well, if you need anyone to watch him, just let me know."
    "Thanks for the offer," she said, her eyes darting toward Kyle again. "But I think we'll be okay, won't we, Kyle? Mommy's had enough separation to last for a while."
    On the cartoon, a mummy's tomb suddenly opened and Shaggy and Scooby were off and running again, Velma close behind. Kyle laughed, without seeming to have heard his mother.
    "Besides, you've already done more than enough," Denise went on. "I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to thank you last night, but-well . . ."
    Judy raised her hands to stop her. "Oh, don't worry about that. I'm just glad everything worked out the way it did. Has Carl stopped by yet?"
    "Carl?"
    "He's the state trooper. The one from last night."
    "No, not yet. He'll be coming by?"
    Judy nodded. "That's what I heard. Taylor told me this morning that Carl still had to wrap up a few things."
    "Taylor? That's your son, right?"
    "My one and only."
    Denise struggled with the memory from the night before. "He was the one who found me, right?"
    Judy nodded. "He was trying to find some downed power lines when he came across your car."
    "I guess I should thank him, too."
    "I'll tell him for you. But he wasn't the only one out there, you know. They had more than twenty people by the end. People from all over town went out to help."
    Denise shook her head, amazed. "But they didn't even know me."
    "People have a way of surprising you, don't they? But there are a lot of good people here. To tell you the truth, I wasn't surprised at