I didn't call." "Yes you did.

Do try and lie still and get some rest." Lie still! As soon tell the waves to lie still in the storm as expect me, with my fever-tossed body and mind, to rest! So the night wore on, and when the morning light struggled through the window it found me in a raging fever and delirious.
-- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I must pass over the weeks that followed.

I was very ill--as ill, so they told me afterwards, as I well could be, and live.
Jack watched me incessantly.

I don't know what arrangement he came to at Hawk Street, but while I was at my worst he never left my bedside day or night.
No one else was allowed up, except occasionally Billy, to relieve guard.
With these two nurses to tend me--and never a patient had two such guardian angels!--I battled with my fever, and came through it.
I came through it an altered being.
Surely--this was the thought with which I returned to health--we boys, sent up to rough it in London, are not, after all, mere slung stones.
There _is_ One who cares for us, some One who comes after us when we go astray, some One who saves us when we are at the point of falling, if we will but cry, in true penitence, to Him! I had had many and grievous lessons before I had found it out; but now I had, life seemed a new thing to me! As my convalescence advanced and my bodily strength returned, my spirits rose within me, and I felt eager to be back at my post at Hawk Street.
However, I had to exercise some patience yet.

Meanwhile, with Billy (and occasionally Mr Smith), as my companion by day, and Jack by night, the time could hardly hang heavily.
"Well, Billy," I said one morning when the doctor had been and told me that next week I might be allowed to sit up for an hour or so a day, "I shall soon be rid of this bed.