I nodded, trying to cast my mind back again but the fog was still firmly in place, making it difficult to wade though. The image came unbidden of the man in the long coat, the same man I’d seen in my hospital room with crystalline blue eyes. Staring down at me, his expression a mixture of sadness and awe, and something I couldn’t quite define. “Have I had any visitors?” I asked suddenly, wondering if she had a record of who he was.
“No, we don’t allow visitors in the ICU. Though I think you had a couple of people waiting around when you were first brought in. I didn’t talk to them.”
“There wasn’t a guy in here earlier?” A frown tugged at the corners of my mouth. Had it all been a dream? With the way my day was shaping up, I wouldn’t have been too surprised.
“No, I don’t think so. Unless you mean during the dayshift? I think Bryan was working.”
A nurse. He hadn’t looked like a nurse. I decided it wasn’t important in the end, my mind already switching tacks. “Can I call my brother? Let him know I’m alright?”
A shake of the head was given. “Sorry, there aren’t any phones in here, but I can call him for you if you like. You’ll probably be moved to a regular room soon though, if that’s any consolation.”
“Yes, could you? I’d really appreciate it.” I gave Matty’s phone number to the helpful nurse, hoping he remembered to pay his cell phone bill that month or I’d have to call my mom. And I really didn’t want to call my mom.
Hating hospitals on general principle, I couldn’t wait to be moved. The sooner they gave me the green light to get out of intensive care, the closer I’d be to getting out of the hospital altogether. As it was, I’d probably end up seriously in debt if I’d already been there for a few days and had emergency surgery. The health insurance offered by the club wasn’t exactly comprehensive, but it was better than nothing. Besides, they couldn’t squeeze blood from a stone. I had few assets they could try to seize as collateral. Hell, they were welcome to try and take my sometimes running car, it was probably cheaper to take the bus than foot the repair bills anyway.
“You should try and get some rest now. We’ll send the doctor in as soon as she gets here, alright?” Rachel smiled, picking up the datapad. Tucking it under her arm, she paused by the foot of the bed, her expression inscrutable.
I stared back, waiting for her to say something, but she just stood there. “What is it? Is something wrong?” I couldn’t help but ask as she lingered.
“No, I’m just… surprised to see you awake and doing so well. I’m glad you came out of it,” she said simply. Turning on her heel, she left without another word.
“Yeah… doing so well.” A long drawn out breath left my body as my head fell to one side, eyes growing heavy again.
Table of Contents
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Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
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