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Authors: Sasha Brümmer, Jess Epps
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you can dance again. We’ll need to ask the doctor for specifics on that injury. You had brain swelling and . . . and . . . you’ve been sedated for two days now.”
Why the hell can I not say it? I need to tell her.
Her eyes overflow with tears as her chest heaves. Fuck, this is going to kill me. I want to take away all of her pain and grief, but right now . . . I’m about to make it worse.
“I know, and I’m so sorry. I’m here, though.”
Her trembling hands squeeze mine weakly, and I look down, dreading what I have to do next. “I need you to stay calm, okay?”
She nods and closes her eyes. I hand her the cup of ice chips and kiss her wet cheeks when the door opens, and everyone who loves my girl quickly fills the room.
“Oh Heather!” Dani rushes briskly to her sister’s side.
Fuck. I guess I’ll have to wait to tell her. I know this is going to bite me in the ass somehow.
I let go of Heather’s hand and move away from the bed, giving everyone a chance to get close to her. I’m in protector mode when I speak, addressing everyone.
“Guys, they just took her breathing tube out about a half-hour ago. She’s having a hard time speaking, so let’s give her voice a little break.”
I feel their eyes all shoot up at me at once; I know they are all extremely protective of her too. I couldn’t give a fuck if they’re pissed at me right now. All I’m concerned about is her. I look over at Coen, and he is wearing a smirk . . . he knows exactly what mode I’m currently in.
The doctors come in and announce that they need to get Heather rolled downstairs for her scan and that only her next of kin may accompany her. I step forward at the same time Dani does.
Fuck.
I ask the doctor if I can speak to him privately. Everyone in the room stares us down as we walk out of the room and shut the door. I lower my voice. “I haven’t had a chance to tell her about the miscarriage yet. They came right as I was about to tell her.”
He assures me that he won’t mention anything while she is having her scan done, but it’s imperative that I tell her as soon as possible. We both re-enter the room, and I step back to lean against the wall. I cross my arms over my chest as I watch them unlock the wheels on her bed. She hasn’t been out of my sight in days, and this makes me anxious. I’ve even been taking a piss with the door open, so I can see her. She would have been mad as hell if she had woken up during those times.
I watch as they wheel her out, and Dani hurriedly follows them out of the room. Coen is at my side before I can move. “Hey man, how are you holding up?”
“I’m better now that she’s awake.”
“No shit, man, I bet.” His hand meets my shoulder. “She sure as shit won’t be able to beat this year’s gift, will she? Happy birthday, man. Now go shave because you look like shit.”
I bark out a lighthearted laugh before smirking at the thought. “Thanks. No, she won’t.”
I’m grateful for Coen’s sense of humor, which he brings with him into trying situations. He knows when to pull out his smartass remarks when I could use them the most.
Dillen helps me gather my shit together before I say goodbye to them and make my way back to the apartment to shower and change.
On my way back to the hospital after the quickest shower of my life, I stop at a Starbucks to pick up a cool drink for Heather, which I know will feel good on her raw throat. I ask the barista for a Strawberries and Crème frappuccino, knowing the pink hue will lift Heather’s spirits. It took about an hour and a half from the time I left the hospital to when I walk back into Heather’s room.
Heather sits up straight and calls out, “Noah . . .” Her voice is strong, not as strong as it should be, but I can recognize my girl. I feel like a thousand pounds have been lifted when I see her. I choke back tears when I can feel the electricity buzzing between us again; our love has developed from lust and want, to
Why the hell can I not say it? I need to tell her.
Her eyes overflow with tears as her chest heaves. Fuck, this is going to kill me. I want to take away all of her pain and grief, but right now . . . I’m about to make it worse.
“I know, and I’m so sorry. I’m here, though.”
Her trembling hands squeeze mine weakly, and I look down, dreading what I have to do next. “I need you to stay calm, okay?”
She nods and closes her eyes. I hand her the cup of ice chips and kiss her wet cheeks when the door opens, and everyone who loves my girl quickly fills the room.
“Oh Heather!” Dani rushes briskly to her sister’s side.
Fuck. I guess I’ll have to wait to tell her. I know this is going to bite me in the ass somehow.
I let go of Heather’s hand and move away from the bed, giving everyone a chance to get close to her. I’m in protector mode when I speak, addressing everyone.
“Guys, they just took her breathing tube out about a half-hour ago. She’s having a hard time speaking, so let’s give her voice a little break.”
I feel their eyes all shoot up at me at once; I know they are all extremely protective of her too. I couldn’t give a fuck if they’re pissed at me right now. All I’m concerned about is her. I look over at Coen, and he is wearing a smirk . . . he knows exactly what mode I’m currently in.
The doctors come in and announce that they need to get Heather rolled downstairs for her scan and that only her next of kin may accompany her. I step forward at the same time Dani does.
Fuck.
I ask the doctor if I can speak to him privately. Everyone in the room stares us down as we walk out of the room and shut the door. I lower my voice. “I haven’t had a chance to tell her about the miscarriage yet. They came right as I was about to tell her.”
He assures me that he won’t mention anything while she is having her scan done, but it’s imperative that I tell her as soon as possible. We both re-enter the room, and I step back to lean against the wall. I cross my arms over my chest as I watch them unlock the wheels on her bed. She hasn’t been out of my sight in days, and this makes me anxious. I’ve even been taking a piss with the door open, so I can see her. She would have been mad as hell if she had woken up during those times.
I watch as they wheel her out, and Dani hurriedly follows them out of the room. Coen is at my side before I can move. “Hey man, how are you holding up?”
“I’m better now that she’s awake.”
“No shit, man, I bet.” His hand meets my shoulder. “She sure as shit won’t be able to beat this year’s gift, will she? Happy birthday, man. Now go shave because you look like shit.”
I bark out a lighthearted laugh before smirking at the thought. “Thanks. No, she won’t.”
I’m grateful for Coen’s sense of humor, which he brings with him into trying situations. He knows when to pull out his smartass remarks when I could use them the most.
Dillen helps me gather my shit together before I say goodbye to them and make my way back to the apartment to shower and change.
On my way back to the hospital after the quickest shower of my life, I stop at a Starbucks to pick up a cool drink for Heather, which I know will feel good on her raw throat. I ask the barista for a Strawberries and Crème frappuccino, knowing the pink hue will lift Heather’s spirits. It took about an hour and a half from the time I left the hospital to when I walk back into Heather’s room.
Heather sits up straight and calls out, “Noah . . .” Her voice is strong, not as strong as it should be, but I can recognize my girl. I feel like a thousand pounds have been lifted when I see her. I choke back tears when I can feel the electricity buzzing between us again; our love has developed from lust and want, to
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