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escape even if he wanted to.
She explained her strange relationship with her parents, her confusion about Preston and her close bond with her best friend, Natalie. She talked about the hike and finding him at the bottom of the mountain with Jenny. They laughed a few times, and she held back tears at other times. She couldn’t figure out why it was so easy to talk to this stranger.
“Thanks for letting me ramble on like that,” Camden said as she stood to unlock the brake on his wheelchair.
“Thanks for letting me be the one,” he said. Her heart skipped a beat. “The One”? What did that mean?
“The one what?” she asked.
“That you confided in. I like that,” he said with a smile. With that, she started pushing him back into the hospital.
Chapter 13
As the days passed, Camden became well known around the little country hospital. She slept in the pull-out chair beside Sam and became involved in all of his rehab. As each specialist came, she was there to listen in and make sure that they were taking good care of him. Preston called occasionally trying to guilt her into coming home. He got more snide and irritable with each passing call, and she pulled away more and more.
Sam was able to start sitting up more, and they took several more trips outside. As he learned to maneuver the wheelchair with only his right arm and leg, he could be more mobile. The doctors and therapists were very optimistic that Sam would regain his strength on his left side with a lot of therapy. He was able to eat on his own, which was a big concern when he first had the stroke. His voice became stronger and clearer. She loved to hear the country twang in his deep, husky voice.
About two weeks after his stroke, the doctors started talking about his release. Camden felt that familiar anxiety in the pit of her stomach as she realized that Sam would be going home, and she would need to leave. After all, she needed to make some big life decisions. Sam wouldn’t need her anymore once he was at home. Drake and Sam’s sister, Rebecca, would take care of him.
“Camden, can you do me a huge favor?” Sam asked as he sat up in the bed.
“Sure. What is it?”
“I need a shave…. Bad. I don’t feel quite strong enough to do it myself yet,” he said. His face was covered in hair now, and he surely looked the part of a mountain man.
“I have never shaved a man in my life, Sam. Let me get one of the nurses…”
“No, no, no… I trust you.”
“Why do you always do that to me? That’s how I ended up giving you a sponge bath, remember?” she asked smiling.
“Oh, yes, I most certainly remember. I might have had a stroke, but a man is a man,” he replied with a smirk.
“Ha ha, very funny. Fine. I shall take great pleasure in cutting your face with a razor, Sam Steele…” she said as she walked over to the bathroom to retrieve his razor and shaving cream that Drake had brought over.
As she returned, he was sitting up in bed grinning at her.
“What?” she asked.
“You would never hurt me, and you know it.”
Camden sat on the edge of the bed with a bowl of water and some shaving supplies. She started to wet his face with a cloth.
“How do you know me so well? I could be some kind of ax murderer,” she said with a smirk.
“Because ax murderers don’t generally take care of strangers for weeks on end,” he said.
“You aren’t a stranger anymore,” Camden replied as she looked in his eyes. At that moment, she realized that Sam was, at the very least, a close friend now. She could not longer call him a stranger as she had opened up to him more than just about anyone, apart from Natalie.
She began to shave his beard slowly, up the right side and down the left side. She climbed up onto the bed closer, and got onto her knees beside him so that she could lean in closer. He lifted his chin up so she could shave under
She explained her strange relationship with her parents, her confusion about Preston and her close bond with her best friend, Natalie. She talked about the hike and finding him at the bottom of the mountain with Jenny. They laughed a few times, and she held back tears at other times. She couldn’t figure out why it was so easy to talk to this stranger.
“Thanks for letting me ramble on like that,” Camden said as she stood to unlock the brake on his wheelchair.
“Thanks for letting me be the one,” he said. Her heart skipped a beat. “The One”? What did that mean?
“The one what?” she asked.
“That you confided in. I like that,” he said with a smile. With that, she started pushing him back into the hospital.
Chapter 13
As the days passed, Camden became well known around the little country hospital. She slept in the pull-out chair beside Sam and became involved in all of his rehab. As each specialist came, she was there to listen in and make sure that they were taking good care of him. Preston called occasionally trying to guilt her into coming home. He got more snide and irritable with each passing call, and she pulled away more and more.
Sam was able to start sitting up more, and they took several more trips outside. As he learned to maneuver the wheelchair with only his right arm and leg, he could be more mobile. The doctors and therapists were very optimistic that Sam would regain his strength on his left side with a lot of therapy. He was able to eat on his own, which was a big concern when he first had the stroke. His voice became stronger and clearer. She loved to hear the country twang in his deep, husky voice.
About two weeks after his stroke, the doctors started talking about his release. Camden felt that familiar anxiety in the pit of her stomach as she realized that Sam would be going home, and she would need to leave. After all, she needed to make some big life decisions. Sam wouldn’t need her anymore once he was at home. Drake and Sam’s sister, Rebecca, would take care of him.
“Camden, can you do me a huge favor?” Sam asked as he sat up in the bed.
“Sure. What is it?”
“I need a shave…. Bad. I don’t feel quite strong enough to do it myself yet,” he said. His face was covered in hair now, and he surely looked the part of a mountain man.
“I have never shaved a man in my life, Sam. Let me get one of the nurses…”
“No, no, no… I trust you.”
“Why do you always do that to me? That’s how I ended up giving you a sponge bath, remember?” she asked smiling.
“Oh, yes, I most certainly remember. I might have had a stroke, but a man is a man,” he replied with a smirk.
“Ha ha, very funny. Fine. I shall take great pleasure in cutting your face with a razor, Sam Steele…” she said as she walked over to the bathroom to retrieve his razor and shaving cream that Drake had brought over.
As she returned, he was sitting up in bed grinning at her.
“What?” she asked.
“You would never hurt me, and you know it.”
Camden sat on the edge of the bed with a bowl of water and some shaving supplies. She started to wet his face with a cloth.
“How do you know me so well? I could be some kind of ax murderer,” she said with a smirk.
“Because ax murderers don’t generally take care of strangers for weeks on end,” he said.
“You aren’t a stranger anymore,” Camden replied as she looked in his eyes. At that moment, she realized that Sam was, at the very least, a close friend now. She could not longer call him a stranger as she had opened up to him more than just about anyone, apart from Natalie.
She began to shave his beard slowly, up the right side and down the left side. She climbed up onto the bed closer, and got onto her knees beside him so that she could lean in closer. He lifted his chin up so she could shave under
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