by his medicinal salve. "I should preserve some for home use as an organic night cap," he thought. Her unsteadiness more likely could have been due to hypotension from profound blood loss. It did not seem like even a quarter of a pint to him. Admittedly, he didn't know Snowy's capacity. How many blood cells and plasma can a bird lose before hypotension set in? This would be yet another question for his tablet to answer. Attorney Doe took no chances following her further into marshland. He also wanted to guard against potential dangers like quicksand and water moccasins.
Now hopefully out of heaven's earshot, Doc Doe cursed the careless moron for inappropriately discarding the bottle in the first place! City council members would hear of this come tomorrow. He already had faces in mind of those legislative colleagues to confer with about enacting stiffer penalties for those prone to despicable acts like littering. Yet another pending task to enter into his tablet! At this rate, he figured he would be up all night typing reminders into smart devices as the number of potential entries swelled despite the day's vast approaching all be it eventful, conclusion.
Though sleep's over-rated, Attorney Doe counted on getting enough at least for a brief check in and check out in R.E.M.'s (a.k.a.'s rapid eye movement's) inn before the dawn. Criminy, he needed a list to remind him of what to include in his list! "Okay, maybe I will upgrade to a smart-phone I can converse with like a traveling secretary," he thought. The attorney then looked towards a now distant Snowy and sighed making under breath comments: "There, I pray I've made it all better. You did nothing to deserve such folly. May Almighty God hold accountable all culpable Homo sapiens!"
Almost as if on cue, Snowy did a most peculiar thing stopping mid-wobble, glancing back and shaking her head as if in affirmation saying: "Yes, I'll be fine and Thanks!" Attorney Doe again realizing himself projecting personal sentiments onto her, snatched himself back into a pragmatist's realm. The timely comeback directed him to the winged creature's odd newly assumed posture: she held a wing up towards the sky and another over her injury gazing in repetitive sequence first upwards towards the sky, then at him. This occurred for about three cycles. Attorney Doe followed Snowy's gazes upwards beholding the bluest sky ever seen! In it appeared three stacked linear wispy clouds on first glance later solidly configuring themselves to form a perfect number "one." Adjacent but far above it towered the brightest daylight moon in competition for sky dominance. A full day moon brilliantly shone as if positioning itself to fill in for a lazy sun. And whatever happened to numerous cloud formations seemingly glued in place all day? Though sudden weather shifts in the Low-country were not unusual occurrences, something about this all made him feel peculiar.
By the time he'd closed his mouth reserving what little awe that hadn't yet dripped out, Snowy had vanished! "Okay, that was weird," he exclaimed as an eeriness crept over his body like many micro electric shocks. His heart jolted, eyes teared, skin warmed, nostrils flared and mouth salivated. Fatigue seeing opportunity, propped down upon him as if finding an old familiar couch! Attorney Doe exited the marsh wondering whether this aura might have portended a myocardial or cerebrovascular event yet to come. At that instance, he noticed blood droplets and muddied prints initially leading him to the wounded creature had vanished also... poof, like that!
Retiring his temporary veterinarian's hat, Attorney Doe's mind searched itself for personal salves for what ailed him after an exceptionally grueling day. Its ending made others seem pale in comparison! It would stream in and out of his consciousness for a while past awhile... "What a story! Were I ever to recant it, I'd surely raise an eyebrow or two. Maybe the first person I'll tell it to will be Doc Green while hooked up for a stress echo-cardiogram to evaluate whether my aura was ominous... But physically, I've always been as healthy as an Olympian- yet even they have been known to fall both on and off fields!" Time had now come to mend his own wounds; he brushed aside Low-country adventures, proceeded home and ran a tepid shower.
This remedy was hardly as inventive as an earlier one, but it sufficed. His garments peeled off fast- buttons, zippers, fibers cooperating as if demanding reciprocal freedom from the toll covering him placed upon them. That's when he noticed one bloodied spot on his chest over his heart in the same locale as the bird's! There was no plausible explanation making him question aloud, "B-but how?" No stains appeared on his shirt, hands, pants or shoes? This was a true mystery worthy of solving except it would have to wait. Attorney Doe's "Q" without "A" sessions suddenly halted due to mitigating circumstances of overwhelming exhaustion! Attorney Doe stepped into the shower and watched as its soothing waters dissolved away that day's grime washing it down the drain. Bed entered its claim after a light dinner. With no counterclaim entered, court indubitably adjourned.
He dropped off of consciousness's mountain as quickly as if falling off the edge of a suddenly squared planet completely devoid of gravitational forces. The attorney steeply dove head first caught by an odd dream's cushion. It was one whose details would be vaguely recalled save for "sensing" it had something to do with reconstruction on a spiritually grand level. As if something broken had been or was about to be fixed in an unimaginable way. This must have had something to do with Snowy's rescue. If not, then what or who could the dream have alluded to dismissing himself as the who. He most assuredly lived as well as any contented, successful, self-made man could have in modern times.
Awakening he felt as if he'd fallen, sustained trauma and suffered a concussion. Residual post-awakening phenomena like heightened senses and paroxysmal heart beats, hung around long after he'd fallen off of sleep's cloud onto reality's floor- thud! "Man, what a ride! Glad I'm no drug addict having dreams like that induced from just a natural high!" What gorgeous day awaited bottled up for an uncorking he was about to perform! At least, that's what songbirds conveyed to him around seven'ish as he exited his stylish condo. Their sweet music rang tears from his soppy eyes momentarily obscuring all vision.
Attorney Doe never considered himself deaf. However, mellifluous notes shook him as if suddenly gifted first time hearing's miracle! He contorted his neck drawing ears nearest to nature's melodic symphony. Attorney Doe's heart responded wildly palpitating! There had been no morning ingestion of decongestants or other stimulants to explain these curious phenomena. In fact, he hadn't yet consumed his first cup of morning mint caramel latte sprinkled with cinnamon! Attorney Doe placed one hand over the palpitating organ rubbing, consoling it like the disobedient child it had suddenly become.
Around eight-ish, he noticed floral blossoms in full bloom thanks to yesterday's nurturing rains. Spectacular blossoms like never before witnessed abounded! They were so noticeably vibrant he squinted. Wow, his eyes hurt so good until they bleed tears owing to the color spectrum's sharpness! Again, the attorney touched his palpitating heart commanding it as if it would or even could obey, "Be still, you contemptuous organ!" He unequivocally needed to avoid caffeine, stress or other stimulants possibly provoking further untoward outbursts. Stroke and heart attack formerly occupying seats somewhere in the back of his mind, chose ones in the forefront. He drafted an email on his tablet tasking it to a company paralegal: "Imperative-complete an on-line search for stroke and heart attack signs, symptoms, prodromes. Send results by noon." Attorney Doe stopped just before confirming "send" not wanting to alarm staff he might be less that his usual pillar of fitness self. Hence, he diverted the email to himself marking it a high priority self-assignment.
With every sense revved up as if on an energy drink, No Doz high, Attorney Doe determined business must proceed as usual. His job was more taxing than usual that day. But, challenge was a crony; where would he have been without its tough love inspiring greatness? Suddenly, an analogy of a super-charged battery needing power enough to jump start a long dead machine came to mind. But was he the dead machine? He certainly did not feel that way especially thinking about yesterday's rescue. But what of its ensuing after phenomena?
"Could Snowy have been a messenger of some kind? Perhaps, her blood had a chemical in it or virus and I'd been contaminated?"
He went through a myriad of outrageous, paranoid justifications that would have had him irrevocably branded certifiably insane if leaked to media. Serving in this instance dually as both client and attorney, it was in his best interest not