later.”
“Cool,” Sam said waving at his friend.
Camden looked back at Drake as she left the room. “Shut up,” she mouthed at him as he pretended to be Cupid shooting an arrow at them. She rolled her eyes, shook her head and pushed Sam down the hallway.
As they went outside, the crisp air hit them both like a ton of bricks. She turned around and went back inside to ask for a blanket, which a kind nurse gave her.
“Beautiful,” Sam said pointing with his right hand at the mountain leaves.
“Yes, it is. I never get to see the leaves change colors in Atlanta. It is nice to be up here during this time of the year,” she said.
She rolled him around the hospital grounds until they found a place to see an unobscured view of the mountains. She sat down on the ground next to his wheelchair.
“Thank you,” Sam said as he closed his eyes and breathed in the fall air.
“You’re welcome. I know you must be an outdoor guy owning a farm and all. Being cooped up isn’t your thing, is it?”
“No. I love to be outside,” he said softly. “I miss home.”
“I’m sorry, Sam. You are way too young for this.”
“We all have problems,” he said smiling as he looked off in the distance.
“That’s true. We all do…” Camden was back in her mind thinking of her problems. Preston. Her parents. Her career.
“Can I help?” Sam asked.
“With what?”
“Your problems. I give great advice,” he said. She was so happy that his speech was improving. It seemed that the stroke had done little damage to his speaking abilities. He wasn’t slurring his words, just talking a bit slower than he probably did normally.
“Oh, do you now?” she asked laughing.
“I am the country Doctor Phil,” he said with a big belly laugh that she had never heard before. It was like music to her ears to hear his laughter.
“I bet you are!” Camden joined in his laughter.
“Your fiance? Is he mad?”
“I don’t know. I guess so…”
“Go home, Camden. Don’t let me ruin your life,” he said with a serious look on his face. She turned to face him on her knees.
“Sam, you aren’t ruining my life. It was already running off the rails before I met you,” she said smiling as she reached up and patted his knee.
“Tell me about yourself,” he said looking down at her.
“What do you want to know?” she asked with a grin.
“What’s your story?” His question cut through her like a knife. She didn’t know why the question bothered her so much, as it was a valid one. She just didn’t know how to answer it.
“Hmmm… my story? Well, as you know, my name is Camden Lane. I am twenty nine years old, and I went through medical school,” she started.
“Are you a doctor?”
“Technically, yes, I am. But, I don’t practice right now. I decided to take a year off to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.”
“And?”
“Well, I still haven’t quite figured that out yet. My parents want me to marry Preston and become the wife of an up and coming doctor,” she said looking off in the distance.
“What do you want?”
“Sam, we don’t need to waste your nice time outside with my problems. Let’s talk about the weather or the scenery or the upcoming holidays…”
“Camden, don’t treat me like I am disabled.” His words cut through her again. Was that what she was doing?
“I didn’t mean to imply that…”
“I am just a normal man. I can still be your friend,” he said with a slight smile.
For the next fifteen minutes, Camden recounted a lot of her life. The more she talked to Sam, the more she felt a connection to him. She could get lost in his deep blue eyes which were fixed on her face as she talked. She couldn’t recall any man listening to her as intently as he did. He seemed to hang on every word, of course she also knew he couldn’t exactly
“Cool,” Sam said waving at his friend.
Camden looked back at Drake as she left the room. “Shut up,” she mouthed at him as he pretended to be Cupid shooting an arrow at them. She rolled her eyes, shook her head and pushed Sam down the hallway.
As they went outside, the crisp air hit them both like a ton of bricks. She turned around and went back inside to ask for a blanket, which a kind nurse gave her.
“Beautiful,” Sam said pointing with his right hand at the mountain leaves.
“Yes, it is. I never get to see the leaves change colors in Atlanta. It is nice to be up here during this time of the year,” she said.
She rolled him around the hospital grounds until they found a place to see an unobscured view of the mountains. She sat down on the ground next to his wheelchair.
“Thank you,” Sam said as he closed his eyes and breathed in the fall air.
“You’re welcome. I know you must be an outdoor guy owning a farm and all. Being cooped up isn’t your thing, is it?”
“No. I love to be outside,” he said softly. “I miss home.”
“I’m sorry, Sam. You are way too young for this.”
“We all have problems,” he said smiling as he looked off in the distance.
“That’s true. We all do…” Camden was back in her mind thinking of her problems. Preston. Her parents. Her career.
“Can I help?” Sam asked.
“With what?”
“Your problems. I give great advice,” he said. She was so happy that his speech was improving. It seemed that the stroke had done little damage to his speaking abilities. He wasn’t slurring his words, just talking a bit slower than he probably did normally.
“Oh, do you now?” she asked laughing.
“I am the country Doctor Phil,” he said with a big belly laugh that she had never heard before. It was like music to her ears to hear his laughter.
“I bet you are!” Camden joined in his laughter.
“Your fiance? Is he mad?”
“I don’t know. I guess so…”
“Go home, Camden. Don’t let me ruin your life,” he said with a serious look on his face. She turned to face him on her knees.
“Sam, you aren’t ruining my life. It was already running off the rails before I met you,” she said smiling as she reached up and patted his knee.
“Tell me about yourself,” he said looking down at her.
“What do you want to know?” she asked with a grin.
“What’s your story?” His question cut through her like a knife. She didn’t know why the question bothered her so much, as it was a valid one. She just didn’t know how to answer it.
“Hmmm… my story? Well, as you know, my name is Camden Lane. I am twenty nine years old, and I went through medical school,” she started.
“Are you a doctor?”
“Technically, yes, I am. But, I don’t practice right now. I decided to take a year off to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.”
“And?”
“Well, I still haven’t quite figured that out yet. My parents want me to marry Preston and become the wife of an up and coming doctor,” she said looking off in the distance.
“What do you want?”
“Sam, we don’t need to waste your nice time outside with my problems. Let’s talk about the weather or the scenery or the upcoming holidays…”
“Camden, don’t treat me like I am disabled.” His words cut through her again. Was that what she was doing?
“I didn’t mean to imply that…”
“I am just a normal man. I can still be your friend,” he said with a slight smile.
For the next fifteen minutes, Camden recounted a lot of her life. The more she talked to Sam, the more she felt a connection to him. She could get lost in his deep blue eyes which were fixed on her face as she talked. She couldn’t recall any man listening to her as intently as he did. He seemed to hang on every word, of course she also knew he couldn’t exactly
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