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into her hazy
mind, lulling her into relaxation. Sammy closed her eyes again under the pull
of the hypnotic atmosphere.
    She tried to move over a little to get more
comfortable, not that it was easy with a leg that weighed more than an elephant
and a body that ached all over.
    “Shit, did a truck run me over after I hit the car?”
She muttered through gritted teeth.
    “No, you just hit the ground hard.” The deep
rumbling voice stopped her heart dead and Sammy twisted around to find the
source of it. The moment she moved, a piercing bolt of “Ow, fuck” shot down her
spine. Her head swam, and all Sammy could manage was to slump back on her
pillows and groan.
    “Oh, shit—fuck. I’m sorry, did I startle you?”
    Sammy opened her eyes to find Josh bent over her
bed, scanning her face, and her body, which was thankfully covered in a blanket,
with a deeply concerned expression. “Shall I get a nurse?” He fussed just like
Rachel. Sammy shook her head and winced inwardly against the shudder of pain.
    “You sure?” He
stopped fussing and pinned her with his dark, delicious eyes. “I can get one
for you. I don’t mind.”
    “No, its fine, I just moved too fast.” She tried to
sit a little but he pressed a wide, strong hand to her shoulder.
    “Don’t try to sit up, at least until you have been
checked.” He watched her with a thoughtful expression and then turned for the
door.
    “Where are you going?” The words were out of her
mouth before she had a chance to think about how much it would hurt, and how
startlingly needy she looked for asking them.
    Shoot
me now.
    “Just to get a nurse. I’ll
be back.” And then he swung the door back and stepped into the brightly lit
hallway.
    Sammy stared at the closed door and wondered what he
was doing here? How long had he been here? Surely he hadn’t been here all
night? She looked down at her hand, where it lay palm up on the sheets, it felt cold as if it’d been warmer a moment ago. Had
he been holding her hand?
    Get a
grip Sammy, no way was Josh holding your hand. How hard did I hit my head?
    The door swished open and a nurse swept into the
room. Josh followed closely and proceeded to stand like a paladin at the foot
of her bed. A blush stole over her cheeks, and when the nurse tugged at her
blankets Sammy gripped the top of them.
    “Uh, Josh, could you, um, go out, please?” She said
almost regretting it when he scowled.
    “Sure.” He took a step back and scratched his head
as if suddenly realizing something, “I’ll be... I’ll be outside.” He looked her
in the eye and Sammy nodded even as she dropped her gaze.
    How
mortifying.
    “Your boyfriend is a diamond,” the nurse said, as
she pulled Sammy’s sheets loose from her grip.
    “No, He’s—” Sammy began but her words were soon lost
in a gasp of pain when the nurse tried to sit her up a bit.
    “He is a cutie, too.” The nurse
continued, unaware of Sammy’s agony. Sammy folded her lips in to hold
back the yelp of pain that threatened to escape her mouth. Crying is for babies and the weak . Her father’s words flowed
through her mind and reminded her to stay silent. But, shit. It hurt!
    “All the nurses have eyed your man up, all rough
lines, dark stubble, and intense glares. You’re a lucky lady.”
    I
wish.
    Sammy dimly wondered if she should deny the nurse’s
claims, but the idea that, if she did, one of them might hit on him made her
temper flare, and she allowed the nurse to believe that they were together, no matter
how absurd the idea really was.
    The nurse took her time checking Sammy and her many,
many bruises. She didn’t seem to care that Sammy was almost passing out on
occasion from the sheer agony of it all, especially when she checked the cast. Shit.
Sammy almost screamed.
    “Not much road rash,” the nurse mentioned in a surprised
tone as she wrote on the chart. “You were pretty lucky. I will be back in an
hour to check on you, kay?” And then she breezed out of the