Out Of A Cereal Box?

I wasn't there for all of this part of the story, so I've taken the odd liberty with the dialogue but the essence should remain true to life.

It was a very foggy, snow covered Thursday morning. Not the best omens for air travel but still, MacGonigal and her Mum were due to fly to Glasgow that day at around lunchtime. Dad drove Mum and MacGonigal's sister to the hospital. The whole family would have a visit together before Dad went to work, dropping the littlest one at nursery on the way. It went very well though MacGonigal had a bit of a cry before Dad left.

Mum phoned Dad at lunchtime to say that they were going to be a little late leaving. The air ambulance, she said, wouldn't be leaving until about quarter to two. She told Dad that she'd phone once they had arrived at Yorkhill.

At the airport, MacGonigal had something of a surprise when she saw the air ambulance. It was tiny!

"It looks like it fell out of a cereal box," said Mum.

MacGonigal gulped. "Are we really going in that?"

Well, as it happened, they did. And they had a very nice flight because by then the sun was shining and the fog had gone. There was lots to see on the journey which didn't take very long. They arrived at Glasgow airport about an hour after take off and were in Yorkhill Hospital another hour after that.

Mum phoned her sister - MacGonigal's fairy god-auntie - who then phoned Dad to let him know they had arrived safely. MacGonigal was comfortably set up in a ward which she shared with a few other kids. Not as peaceful as the hospital at home where she had had her own room, but still very nice.

That evening, MacGonigal had an x-ray taken of her ankle. She also had to endure another blood test (ouch!). In the morning though, it was the big one. She would be going for an MRI scan on her ankle...