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say…” Fawn couldn’t bring herself to complete the sentence.
“We don’t know yet. Thank God the bullet missed his heart, but he’s lost a lot of blood. All we can do at this point is pray.” Fawn agreed, and they fell silent.
The hours passed. After John had been moved into recovery, Mrs. Cecil convinced the doctors to allow Fawn in to see him, but only for a moment. He lay asleep with a tube down his throat and an IV stuck in his arm. Her throat constricted. With rigid control, she didn’t sob but let tears roll down her cheeks. Dropping to her knees, she clutched his hand and planted a kiss on his still fingers.
“I love you so much, John. I wish…I wish I could go back in the past and not screw up so I could be in yours and Kevin’s lives. I love him too. I know I’m not good enough. You don’t have to tell me that. I’ve made poor choices in the past and will probably make many more. Just get well, baby. Not for me, but for Kevin. He needs you. I need you, but…I’ll be okay. I’m always okay.”
She didn’t know how long she sat there with her face against his hand. She must have fallen asleep because she didn’t hear the nurse come in who tapped her on the shoulder. When she kissed his hand one last time, she turned to leave and found several men looking solemn in the waiting room, some in police uniform.
“How’s he doing, Fawn,” one of the men asked.
Her eyes widened. “You know me?”
He smiled. “Yes, we all do. John’s never been into a woman like he was with you.” The man shrugged. “We noticed.” The others echoed this statement, and she shared with them what she knew of John. His condition hadn’t changed. Now, all they could do was wait until he woke up.
Time seemed to pass at a snail’s rate over the next few days. Kevin had wanted to stay with Fawn, and while she would have loved him to stay with her, she didn’t want to do anything that John wouldn’t like. Instead, she visited Kevin at Mrs. Cecil’s house, and together they visited John every day.
At last, the phone call she’d longed for came. John was awake. Fawn showered in record time and dressed. Then she headed over to Mrs. Cecil’s house to pick up Kevin. Mrs. Cecil stayed behind to allow them time with John, and Fawn appreciated that. When she arrived at the hospital, she was glad that John’s coworkers hadn’t arrived either. She and Kevin hurried to the nurse’s station in hope that they would allow the two of them in to see John without Mrs. Cecil, a retired nurse from the hospital as their way in.
“Ms. Hill, welcome back,” the nurse on duty said. “He’s been asking for you.”
Her eyes widened. “Me?”
The nurse nodded, but Fawn thought she was just being nice. More than likely, John had been asking for Kevin. She took Kevin’s hand and they went into John’s room. Just as had been reported, John was awake and looking with eagerness toward the door. Her heart warmed at the excitement she saw stirring there. Not once during the whole time she’d been visiting him did Fawn stop speaking to John. She’d read in a magazine once that people who were in a coma had responded to their loved ones’ voices. Fawn had hoped John’s response to hers wouldn’t be a negative one. She would have backed off if that had been the case, although it would have destroyed her.
“Hello,” she said shyly.
“Hello.”
She was scared to move from the doorway, but Kevin hurried forward and hugged his uncle. “I love you, Uncle John.”
John smiled. “I love you too, bud. I know you’ve been worrying about me, but don’t worry. I’m too stubborn to check out.”
Kevin nodded.
Fawn played with her car keys still held in her hands. “I should give you two time alone.”
“Fawn,” John called when she turned away. She stopped to look back. “Come here, please.”
On shaky legs, she moved across the room to his bed. He shifted his hand on the bed toward her, and she took it in hers like it
“We don’t know yet. Thank God the bullet missed his heart, but he’s lost a lot of blood. All we can do at this point is pray.” Fawn agreed, and they fell silent.
The hours passed. After John had been moved into recovery, Mrs. Cecil convinced the doctors to allow Fawn in to see him, but only for a moment. He lay asleep with a tube down his throat and an IV stuck in his arm. Her throat constricted. With rigid control, she didn’t sob but let tears roll down her cheeks. Dropping to her knees, she clutched his hand and planted a kiss on his still fingers.
“I love you so much, John. I wish…I wish I could go back in the past and not screw up so I could be in yours and Kevin’s lives. I love him too. I know I’m not good enough. You don’t have to tell me that. I’ve made poor choices in the past and will probably make many more. Just get well, baby. Not for me, but for Kevin. He needs you. I need you, but…I’ll be okay. I’m always okay.”
She didn’t know how long she sat there with her face against his hand. She must have fallen asleep because she didn’t hear the nurse come in who tapped her on the shoulder. When she kissed his hand one last time, she turned to leave and found several men looking solemn in the waiting room, some in police uniform.
“How’s he doing, Fawn,” one of the men asked.
Her eyes widened. “You know me?”
He smiled. “Yes, we all do. John’s never been into a woman like he was with you.” The man shrugged. “We noticed.” The others echoed this statement, and she shared with them what she knew of John. His condition hadn’t changed. Now, all they could do was wait until he woke up.
Time seemed to pass at a snail’s rate over the next few days. Kevin had wanted to stay with Fawn, and while she would have loved him to stay with her, she didn’t want to do anything that John wouldn’t like. Instead, she visited Kevin at Mrs. Cecil’s house, and together they visited John every day.
At last, the phone call she’d longed for came. John was awake. Fawn showered in record time and dressed. Then she headed over to Mrs. Cecil’s house to pick up Kevin. Mrs. Cecil stayed behind to allow them time with John, and Fawn appreciated that. When she arrived at the hospital, she was glad that John’s coworkers hadn’t arrived either. She and Kevin hurried to the nurse’s station in hope that they would allow the two of them in to see John without Mrs. Cecil, a retired nurse from the hospital as their way in.
“Ms. Hill, welcome back,” the nurse on duty said. “He’s been asking for you.”
Her eyes widened. “Me?”
The nurse nodded, but Fawn thought she was just being nice. More than likely, John had been asking for Kevin. She took Kevin’s hand and they went into John’s room. Just as had been reported, John was awake and looking with eagerness toward the door. Her heart warmed at the excitement she saw stirring there. Not once during the whole time she’d been visiting him did Fawn stop speaking to John. She’d read in a magazine once that people who were in a coma had responded to their loved ones’ voices. Fawn had hoped John’s response to hers wouldn’t be a negative one. She would have backed off if that had been the case, although it would have destroyed her.
“Hello,” she said shyly.
“Hello.”
She was scared to move from the doorway, but Kevin hurried forward and hugged his uncle. “I love you, Uncle John.”
John smiled. “I love you too, bud. I know you’ve been worrying about me, but don’t worry. I’m too stubborn to check out.”
Kevin nodded.
Fawn played with her car keys still held in her hands. “I should give you two time alone.”
“Fawn,” John called when she turned away. She stopped to look back. “Come here, please.”
On shaky legs, she moved across the room to his bed. He shifted his hand on the bed toward her, and she took it in hers like it
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