“Why?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” I glance at a table near his bed. “Do you need some water and something to drink?”
“No, but I wouldn’t mind if you snuggled up next to me.”
“Jami, I’m bound to hurt you if I climb into bed with you.”
“It would be worth it.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Your nurse already keeps looking at me like I’m bothering you. I’m not going to push my luck and get myself kicked out of here.”
“If she kicks you out, I’ll complain and get her fired.”
“I see your pain medication has kicked in.”
His nose crinkles up. “Why do you say that?”
“I’ve known you for a long time, and I’ve never heard you threaten to get someone fired.”
He stares up at the ceiling for a moment. “Maybe not, but there’s always a first.”
“Settle down. We don’t need to be firing anyone. You need all the help you can get.”
Right as I say it, a doctor comes into Jami’s room. “It looks like I came in at a good time.”
Jami and I face his way. Jami flashes him a lazy, lopsided grin. “Hey, Doc. You wouldn’t mind if my girlfriend got into bed with me, would you?”
He chuckles. “You must be feeling better if you’re willing to share your bed.”
Jami pats the mattress. “See, you can climb in if you want.”
“Hold up, there. I didn’t say yes. I just made a comment about how you’re feeling.” The doctor joins us on the other side of Jami’s bed. He assessed the monitors for a second. “How’s your pain level?”
Jami peeks up at his IV bag. “Tolerable.”
“That’s good. We’ve managed to get you on the correct dose. Now all we need is for your fever to come down. Once that happens, I’ll make the decision to move you out of the ICU and to the medical floor.” The doctor peeks at Jami’s heart monitor.
I run a concerned eye over the doctor. “Is Jami out of danger?”
The doctor slides his hands into the pockets of his white medical jacket as he considers my question. “He’s doing much better than we expected. We’ll keep an eye on him and take precautions. We’ll make necessary adjustments when needed.”
My stomach and jaw tighten. His vague answer does little to relieve my worry. I purposely relax and glance at Jami. He is becoming drowsy once more, his eyelids beginning to droop in the familiar sign that sleep is taking hold.
The doctor notices and finishes tending to Jami. As he’s leaving the room, he gestures for me to follow. The concern in his eyes causes my heart to skip a beat. I jump to my feet and rush out behind him.
Once we’re in the hallway out of Jami’s earshot, the doctor peers down at me.
“Now that he’s resting, I’d like to discuss his situation with you.” His stern tone has my breathing pick up.
A deep intuition tells me that things aren’t progressing smoothly with Jami, and I fear something is amiss. “What’s wrong with him?”
CHAPTER 13
JAMISON
Dori eyesme up and down with concern. “Are you ready?”
I nod but don’t believe myself.
