“Thank God,” I breathed, my shoulders relaxing.
“She drove us here. She’s been here the entire time.”
“Wait, I didn’t come in an ambulance?”
Cain shook his head. “No, I wasn’t going to wait for one to show up. Indy and I got you here as fast as we could.”
Conflicting emotions tugged at my heart. I was so grateful, but also feeling incredibly guilty.
Lifting my hand, I reached for Cain. He sat down in his chair and curled both of hands around mine.
“I’m so glad you’re okay, Rose. I’ve never felt so scared or helpless. If something had happened to you…I never want to live in a world that you’re not in.” He pressed his lips to the top of my fingers. “I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too.”
And I did, with every beat of my heart.
Resting my head back against the bed, I decided I needed to drown my thoughts with something else, and picked up the T.V. remote.
“You should go check on Nixon,” I suggested. “Let whoever’s in the waiting room know I’m okay. See what you can find out about Sly?”
“I’m not leaving you.”
“Please, Cain. I need to know my people are alright.”
He nodded and stood, leaning over to kiss me on the forehead. “Okay baby, I’ll be twenty minutes, max.”
I offered him a weak smile, mentally and physically drained. “Take your time.”
Once he left, I placed the remote back down and closed my eyes, my mind reeling from everything.
My body ached, my heart ached, and all I wanted was an update on Sly.
No, all I wanted was to go back in time and erase the past—make it so this nightmare never happened in the first place.
But none of this was within my control and the only thing I could do was lie in this hospital bed and pray no one else I cared about got hurt.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
Hushed voices stirred me from an unrestful nap, and as my eyes focused, I saw Cain speaking with my nurse, his head bobbing animatedly as she quietly read from her clipboard.
Pushing up on my hands, I groaned as I adjusted my body upright. My head was still pounding, but the throbbing had lessened from the intensity it was earlier.
“Oh! You’re awake. Wonderful,” the nurse exclaimed, walking over to me. “I have news for you, Ms. Adler. We’re working on your discharge paperwork now and you’ll be able to go home within the hour.”
“That’s great.” My eyes met Cain's from across the room, and he moved toward me.
The nurse went over what she’d been speaking to Cain about, which were the signs and symptoms to watch for with my concussion and potential infection. “If you start feeling any of those, call your regular care physician immediately for further advice and instruction. If need be, you can always come back into the ER for treatment, too.”
She turned to Cain, her voice stern. “Mr. Michaels, if she suffers any symptoms from her concussion that we spoke about earlier, seek medical treatment immediately.”
“We will,” he agreed.
“Alright then, kiddos. Someone will be in shortly with your paperwork and you’ll be free to go.”
“What about my friend?” I asked as the nurse turned to leave. “Sylvester Lucchetti. We’re still waiting for an update.”
“Ah, yes. Mr. Lucchetti. Unfortunately, I have no update as of now. He’s still in surgery.”
