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"Come on, let's get moving. These women aren't going to see to themselves." The three of them turn to the bike corral and Patsy is hit with fear and worry. So much so that she freezes in place. She's stuck there like a scarecrow in a farmer's field. Though, she wouldn't even be able to scare a chickadee away now, considering how she feels.
"Nurse Mount, get a move on. We haven't got all day." Sister Evangelina throws over her shoulder as she secures her bag. Trixie turns, noticing Patsy's stricken state and goes to say something, but then seems to understand and offers a sad but supportive smile.
"Come on Patsy, it will be fine." Patsy manages a step before she shakes her head.
"I don't think I can do this." She admits, painfully. She hates that she can feel her hands shaking; physically giving away how affected she is. Sister Evangelina sighs and walks over, leading Patsy with a hand on her back.
"In this case, the expression 'get back on the horse' is appropriate. Nothing will happen, you have patients to see, so get back on that horse." She says sincerely but forcefully. Patsy hates that thing now. "Women are counting on you, and that takes priority over fear you may be having." Patsy knows Sister Evangeline is right, logically.
"I just...need a minute, I think." Patsy hates that she's acting like this. Let alone that other people are seeing it. And it's not as if she could just ask Nurse Crane for a ride, that would be almost as bad.
"You have one minute." The pointed finger really is redundant. "But if I hear you are late to Mrs. Grose, there will be hell to pay, understand?" Patsy nods and satisfied, apparently, Sister Evangelina gets on her own bicycle and pedals off. Trixie bows her head a bit, getting Patsy's attention.
"You will be fine, Patsy. Nothing will happen. It was a freak accident. The same thing won't happen to you." Patsy goes back to staring at the bike. "Look, I have to go to Mr. Martin, who is five minutes past you. We'll take Victoria Street, so I can ride with you on your first leg, okay?" Patsy looks over, touched.
"You would do that?"
"Of course, silly. But as Sister Evangelina said, we best get a move on." Patsy can't chicken out after an offer like that, so she takes a breath and grabs the handlebars, pulling the bike from the rack. "There you go." Trixie encourages. After a short moment Patsy mounts the bike and starts to ride, albeit much slower than normal at first.