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like, they had been friends with benefits, but whatever.
“Bailey,” he said, trying to smile. “How’ve you been?”
“Good,” she said. “Sorry to hear about your dad. Let me see what I can find out.” She paused, clicking some keys on the computer. “So you’re still modeling, right?”
He sighed, not wanting to chit-chat with her right now. “Yes.” She looked down at his ring finger, then back up at him. Oh, great. His dad was possibly dying and she was hitting on him.
“Looking good,” she commented, eyeing him up and down. “But then again, you always did. Hang on, I’ll be right back.”
He watched as she walked down the hall, and he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that Lacey looked so much sexier in her scrubs. He felt so bad for canceling dinner, and even worse that Max was probably thinking he left him. He wondered absently if Lacey would come over another time for dinner.
“Brant?” Bailey was back. “Your dad’s surgery just finished and they’re wheeling him into recovery now.”
“So he’s okay?”
“Well, he had two major surgeries, so I wouldn’t say ‘okay’,” she admitted. “But, he’s alive. He’ll be in ICU, and the next couple of days are vital to his recovery. He has a long road ahead of him, but if he can survive the next few days, it’ll be good.”
He was alive. Still in serious condition, but alive. A wave of relief so strong it almost buckled his knees washed over him. “Can we see him?”
She shook her head. “Probably not until morning. He’ll be in recovery for a few hours, then they’ll transfer him to ICU. There’s no visitation overnight in ICU, and even when you can go, only one of you can go at a time, and just for a few minutes. He needs his rest.”
Brant nodded, knowing his mother wasn’t going to like that answer.
“The doctor should be out soon to answer any questions you may have,” she said, resting her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry this happened to him. If you need anything, I’m on until seven this morning.”
He smiled thinly. Any other time, he would probably have flirted back with her. She was a beautiful woman, and she had been a lot of fun years ago. But right now, with visions of Lacey, Max, and now his father invading his brain, he had nothing left for a nurse who just told him his dad could still die. Now he had to go wake up his mom and sisters and tell them the doctor was coming to talk to them.
“He’s going to make it, right?” Heather’s wobbly voice snapped Brant back to reality. They had been sitting in this room for over fourteen hours. When the doctor had come in right after he finished talking to Bailey, he had repeated what she had told him. Since then, they had sat right here, watching the minutes go by agonizingly slow.
Thankfully, there had been no problems overnight, so his mother had just been allowed to go up to see him for the first time, leaving Brant and his sisters in the waiting room. Brooke gripped his hand, not saying a word.
Brant didn’t know what to say. In so many ways, they were still so young. They needed their dad. Not that he didn’t, but their relationship wasn’t the same. His dad thought the moon and stars were hung by those two girls. “I really hope so,” he finally said. “He’s always been a strong and healthy guy. I’m sure if anyone can come back from this, it’s him.”
Heather nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead, wishing he could do more to take this fear away from his mom and sisters. As it was, he was barely hanging on.
When his mother walked back into the room, tears were streaming down her cheeks like overflowing rivers. The three of them stood up, waiting for her to compose herself so she could talk.
“H-he’s alive,” she choked out, trying but failing to stop the tears. “B-but he has so many machines hooked up to him, and he-he looks dead. He’s completely wrapped in bandages on his chest and right
“Bailey,” he said, trying to smile. “How’ve you been?”
“Good,” she said. “Sorry to hear about your dad. Let me see what I can find out.” She paused, clicking some keys on the computer. “So you’re still modeling, right?”
He sighed, not wanting to chit-chat with her right now. “Yes.” She looked down at his ring finger, then back up at him. Oh, great. His dad was possibly dying and she was hitting on him.
“Looking good,” she commented, eyeing him up and down. “But then again, you always did. Hang on, I’ll be right back.”
He watched as she walked down the hall, and he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that Lacey looked so much sexier in her scrubs. He felt so bad for canceling dinner, and even worse that Max was probably thinking he left him. He wondered absently if Lacey would come over another time for dinner.
“Brant?” Bailey was back. “Your dad’s surgery just finished and they’re wheeling him into recovery now.”
“So he’s okay?”
“Well, he had two major surgeries, so I wouldn’t say ‘okay’,” she admitted. “But, he’s alive. He’ll be in ICU, and the next couple of days are vital to his recovery. He has a long road ahead of him, but if he can survive the next few days, it’ll be good.”
He was alive. Still in serious condition, but alive. A wave of relief so strong it almost buckled his knees washed over him. “Can we see him?”
She shook her head. “Probably not until morning. He’ll be in recovery for a few hours, then they’ll transfer him to ICU. There’s no visitation overnight in ICU, and even when you can go, only one of you can go at a time, and just for a few minutes. He needs his rest.”
Brant nodded, knowing his mother wasn’t going to like that answer.
“The doctor should be out soon to answer any questions you may have,” she said, resting her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry this happened to him. If you need anything, I’m on until seven this morning.”
He smiled thinly. Any other time, he would probably have flirted back with her. She was a beautiful woman, and she had been a lot of fun years ago. But right now, with visions of Lacey, Max, and now his father invading his brain, he had nothing left for a nurse who just told him his dad could still die. Now he had to go wake up his mom and sisters and tell them the doctor was coming to talk to them.
“He’s going to make it, right?” Heather’s wobbly voice snapped Brant back to reality. They had been sitting in this room for over fourteen hours. When the doctor had come in right after he finished talking to Bailey, he had repeated what she had told him. Since then, they had sat right here, watching the minutes go by agonizingly slow.
Thankfully, there had been no problems overnight, so his mother had just been allowed to go up to see him for the first time, leaving Brant and his sisters in the waiting room. Brooke gripped his hand, not saying a word.
Brant didn’t know what to say. In so many ways, they were still so young. They needed their dad. Not that he didn’t, but their relationship wasn’t the same. His dad thought the moon and stars were hung by those two girls. “I really hope so,” he finally said. “He’s always been a strong and healthy guy. I’m sure if anyone can come back from this, it’s him.”
Heather nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead, wishing he could do more to take this fear away from his mom and sisters. As it was, he was barely hanging on.
When his mother walked back into the room, tears were streaming down her cheeks like overflowing rivers. The three of them stood up, waiting for her to compose herself so she could talk.
“H-he’s alive,” she choked out, trying but failing to stop the tears. “B-but he has so many machines hooked up to him, and he-he looks dead. He’s completely wrapped in bandages on his chest and right
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