Ooops!

MacGonigal was asleep so Mum and Dad were standing outside her hospital room telling one set of her grandparents about the impending trip to Yorkhill. Then they heard worried noises coming from inside.

Mum and Dad went in.

"What's happening? What's happening?" MacGonigal cried, tears in her eyes.

"Nothing," replied Mum.

"We were standing outside talking because you were asleep and we didn't wan't to wake you," added Dad.

"Am I going to Yorkhill? I don't want to go to Yorkhill." Obviously MacGonigal had overheard what was being said.

Dad explained that there was a chance that MacGonigal would have to go to Yorkhill. This was because there were tests the doctors wanted to do that couldn't be done at their local hospital and Yorkhill was the nearest (and best) where the tests could be done.

"Will I have to go on my own?"

"No, your Mum will go with you. And remember Yorkhill's in Glasgow where Auntie stays."

MacGonigal started to brighten up.

Mum and Dad reassured her that everything would be okay and that she would get on just fine at Yorkhill. One of the nurses, who was checking on MacGonigal's drip, added that it was a really nice hospital and that the staff there were really good. MacGonigal smiled.

By now, it had been confirmed that the Yorkhill adventure was on. MacGonigal and her Mum would fly to Glasgow by air-ambulance the next day. There the doctors would confirm if MacGonigal had osteomyelitis and decide how best to treat it. MacGonigal would be spoiled rotten by her fairy-godauntie and a few other relatives who lived in and around Glasgow. Dad would stay at home and look after MacGonigal's little sister. But they would miss Mum and MacGonigal...