Page 67 of His to Cherish
I also barely noticed enough to care.
Too many unknowns lay in front of me, but I still couldn’t erase Aidan’s pained expression from my eyes when I had told him goodbye.
For a moment, in his bed and in his arms, I had somehow convinced myself that everything was going to be okay. That had been foolish and naïve, two things I generally wasn’t.
But I didn’t have time to wonder what all that meant when I reached the door to the psych ward of the hospital.
Inside room 221, I saw Beth sitting on a chair next to Shane’s bed.
He had a plastic clip on his finger hooked to wires leading to a machine next to his bed. He was wearing a hospital gown, sheets covering him up to his waist.
Besides the grayish tint to his skin, he looked completely healthy.
I swallowed as I gripped the door handle and entered, still not entirely sure what I was about to face, or why Beth had called me.
