November 2013
The sky was looking savage with nasty swirling red and black clouds as the thunderstorm was raging. The rain was beating against the window with such force that it almost seemed that the Rain Gods were trying to beat their way in. The lightning flashed almost continuously; few could remember such a storm.
Two men in white coats stood close together talking quietly to one another.
'Well Doctor what do you think?' said one of the men.
'She is a very sick little girl, the next few hours will tell us if she will make it. She looks so pretty with her golden hair. I hope they get the B's who did this. How's her Mother and Father?' replied the Consultant.
'They were injured by the explosion but nowhere as bad as this little one,' replied his registrar.
'What can possess these people? If they think the blood of an innocent child will help their cause, then I don't want them to succeed they are not fit to run any country,' said the Consultant.
Just then there was another almighty flash of lightening followed almost instantly by a crash of thunder that shook the hospital.
What the Doctors didn't see at that moment was the appearance of fairy figures fluttering around little Deborah's head. The central fairy had a beautiful white lacy dress and she wore a sparkling crown upon her head and in her hand she had a wand. The other fairies, Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth and Mustardseed surrounded Queen Titania; they were grandly dressed like their Queen but in pink.
'You were right to call me,' said the Queen to Deborah's fairy God Mother. 'We must use all our powers to save this little girl. This child is very special, once in every century such a golden haired child is selected for our special favour. You must remain with her and we will summon the whole of fairyland's resources to save her.'
There was another crash of thunder and lightning as she waved her wand and the fairies disappeared.
They reappeared in the Queen's palace, the Queen made her way to her throne room, calling to King Oberon and all her courtiers to gather round.
'One of our chosen children has been seriously injured and will be lost unless we use our powers to save her,' said the Queen.
'I will summon all our people to a meeting,' said her leading councillor.
'At once but I must have Char La Tan, he will know how to save her, he is the greatest doctor in the world,' said the Queen.
'He is very busy in Peking dealing with Abanazar and Aladdin,' replied the Queen's councillor.
'That must wait our little girl is far more important, send for him at once,' commanded the Queen.
In far off Peking an Eagle flew down to where Doctor Char La Tan was just having his tea, he had been in his consulting room all day looking after the ills of the fairy folk in the area.
Char La Tan saw that the eagle carried a summons from his Queen requiring him to attend on her majesty immediately. Char La Tan thanked the eagle and sent him on his way.
He thought to himself why can't we have mobile phones like the humans, I suppose it's the expense and bureaucracy, with all the gold that the Queen has you would think she could afford to supply us with a mobile or even Skype instead of relying on birds; I suppose she is worried about the American NSA or GCHQ spying on us. Now I have to use that old carpet, that's getting well past its sell by date. Why can't we fly by plane, it would be so much warmer. I wouldn't even mind travelling by Ryanair, though I expect the heater will cost extra. Although, the Airport queues can be very miserable places. The trouble is she hasn't kept up with technology. 'Oh well!' he sighed out loud.
Soon he was on his magic carpet and he was flying across the Himalayas; it was very cold and he flew very fast so he pulled a rug tightly around himself trying to keep the cold out of his bones. Very soon he was flying over the desert towards the Queen's Palace that he knew was inside one of the mountains. As he was getting a little old he couldn't always remember which one, so he cheated and just told the carpet to take him to the Queen's palace.
The carpet settled down in front of a rock face. Char La Tan dismounted and made his way to the mountain but first he ordered the carpet to hide itself until he needed it again. The carpet began to shrink and floated up to a crevice in the rocks.
'Open Sesame,' he cried and the rocks began to creak and groan open into a large cave. Char La Tan walked in to be greeted by Alibaba who took him straight away to the Queen.
'Ah! Good you have arrived I hope you had a safe journey, we need you to save a special little girl,' said the Queen to him as soon as he entered the room.
'What's happened to her,' asked Char La Tan.
'She was injured along with her mother and father in a terrorist bomb explosion,' replied the Queen.
'Where is she?' asked the Char La Tan putting on his Doctor's face.
'She is in London and the human doctors are losing her. That's why I've sent for you,' replied the Queen.
'You mean I have to go to London after coming here. If we were up to date with modern technology we could have used a Skype connection and I could have gone straight to London. Your Majesty,' said Char La Tan with a slight edge in his voice.
Soon Char La Tan was back on his carpet and flying towards the hospital where the young girl was laying in her bed. The two doctors were still standing next to her bed; one was touching her forehead the other was checking her vital signs on the various monitors that were connected to her.
'We are losing her, she is gradually fading,' said the consultant. 'What can we do? We have repaired all the damage to her that we could find. We must have missed something.' said the registrar.
'Let's check her scans and X-rays again, just in case,' said the consultant as they left the girl's side and went to the consulting room.
As they moved away there was another loud crash of thunder and lightning. With that Char La Tan arrived in the ward next to his patient. Her fairy-godmother came to Char La Tan.
'My little girl is very sick, the Doctors are very worried about her, can you save her?' asked her fairy-godmother.
'Let me look at her,' said Char La Tan as he took out his medical instruments; they weren't modern but they were better as they were magical.
Within a couple of minutes Dr Char La Tan had found out what was causing the problem. There was the tiniest piece of plastic lodged in her heart, a type of plastic that just wouldn't show up on any X-ray.
'Ah that's the problem, I can soon fix that but I'll have to operate to remove it,' said Char La Tan.
'You can't operate on her here can you?' said her fairy-godmother.
'I don't have to I have other methods,' replied Char La Tan.
With that Char La Tan began to shrink and he became smaller and smaller until it would require the very best microscope to see him. He then floated into her chest as she breathed in, he made his way towards her heart and he quickly saw the piece of plastic sticking into her heart. He used his magic and the plastic vanished. He could only move the plastic, he couldn't destroy it completely as it was someone's property, so he returned it to its owner. Far away one of the bombers felt a shape pain in his chest as the plastic reappeared in his heart and he began to feel unwell.
Dr Char La Tan left his patient's heart and reappeared at her bedside. The little girl almost at once started to recover. She opened her eyes and all the monitors attached to her all settled back into the normal zone.
Just then the two human doctors arrived at her bedside and were amazed to see how well the little girl had become in the short time they were away from her.
'She has recovered well, you are really a very great surgeon,' said his sycophantic registrar.
'That's typical of humans they always think they are the greatest,' said Char La Tan to the little girl's fairy-godmother.
'I'll stay with her,' said her fairy-godmother.
'I'm going back to Peking now as that Abanazar is causing problems with Widow Twanky,' said Char La Tan and he disappeared with another Crash of thunder and lightning.
Just then Deborah's parents arrived in the ward to be with their daughter. The little girl saw them and pulled herself out of bed, scattering the monitors and wires and before anyone could stop her, she rushed over to her mummy and daddy and threw her arms around them.
'I know that I'm a great surgeon and I know children recover very quickly but this is almost like magic,' said the consultant modestly.
'You knew just what to do, you saved this child. I hope I'll be as good as you if I ever become a consultant,' said his registrar.
'You will be I've trained you well and I'm a good teacher,' replied his consultant.
At that moment there was another crash of thunder that rolled on and on and sounded almost like laughter.