Page 38 of His to Seduce
Something in her expression made it difficult for me to turn around, but I did and looked at David.
“Medical history?” David asked, looking at the shaking woman. She was squatting next to him, her eyes never leaving the man she’d called Harold.
With trembling lips, she forced words out. “Stroke, six months ago. He’s had seizures since then, but none that lasted this long.”
David flicked his wrist and glanced at a metal watch. “One minute, ten seconds,” he muttered. “Not so long, though I know it feels like forever.”
Beneath his hand, the man still rocked and trembled.
Time seemed to stand still as the reality of what was happening began to click together in my mind.
“He’s wearing a medical alert bracelet,” David said. “What meds and why?”
The woman fumbled with her purse, trembling fingers making it difficult to work the zipper. “The names…there’s so many…I have a list and bottles…”
With all the calmness in the world, like he was used to handling encounters like this, David’s hand covered hers. “No worries. We’ll call an ambulance. He’ll be okay, but when we get to the hospital, show them the list, okay?”
She shook her head. “I don’t…It’s our anniversary. He always wanted to come here. I tried to talk him out of it. It’s too soon and he hasn’t been well.”
“Ma’am…”
“Milly,” she whispered. “Milly Payne.”
“Milly,” David said, his voice soothing her. “Seizures can happen after strokes. More common at older ages. How old is Harold and how many has he had since the stroke?”
She squeezed her eyes closed. “He’s seventy-four. And he’s had three…no…yes, this is his fourth. The doctors said the meds…”
“Sometimes they need to be adjusted. The right combination can help and sometimes it changes.” He glanced at his watched and flicked his eyes up.
They met mine briefly and then went to Declan. “Have the restaurant call the ambulance. Non-emergency, but he’ll need to be checked. Tell them we have a post-stroke patient with a convulsive seizure lasting five minutes.”
Declan nodded, turned, and hurried away, already moving to the bar.
My jaw dropped.Convulsive?Non-emergency?
“David?” I asked, unable to stop myself. This wasn’t the first time he’d handled a medical situation. It absolutely wasn’t.
“Looks like a knife wound.”
He’d said that to me, softly but knowingly.
My response had been snippy, but his hadn’t.
“Bartenders see a lot of things.”
Barely an ounce of truth in his statement. Blood rushed from my face when he looked up at me.
“David—” I called his name again.
His expression closed off. “Not now, Camden.”
“But…” I took a step forward. Stopped.
He glanced back down at his watch. “Five minutes, thirty seconds.” A muscle jumped in his jaw. Two of his fingers pressed against Harold’s throat. Taking his pulse.
How did he know this?
Reality began to pour into me and I looked at Trina, pieces clicking together.
