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this morning?” she questioned, sitting next to him.
    “The pain is controlled, thank you. What was that I heard down the hall?” he asked innocently.
    Courtney giggled. “Oh, nothing. Just giving Marcas a taste of his own medicine. Will you be alright for a little while? I wanted to take him outside. I got him some lenses that should help his eyes.”
    “I’m fine. He used to love the sunlight. That would make him very happy. You’re a good girl; you make both of us smile.” He patted her cheek gently. Courtney held his palm to her face and looked carefully into his eyes. They seemed brighter, more alert. For the first time in her career, she prayed for a miracle. If only he could last a while longer and enjoy some time back home. She would love to see that. At that moment, she made her decision.
    “We’re taking you back to Romania, Sebastian,” she said softly. “Do you think you can handle the flight?”
    “Then you will come? Truly?”
    “Yes, I couldn’t very well trust Marcas to take proper care of you on his own, can I?” she asked with sarcasm, happy to witness his genuine excitement. “Besides, after all the headaches that man has given me, I would be foolish to turn down an opportunity to give them back. I’m a very demanding travel companion.”
    Sebastian laughed. “I doubt he will complain. He enjoys your company, as do I. He’s needed a flower to bloom in his life.”
    “You’re such a romantic. It’s not going to happen, especially since he sees me more as a thorn than a rose. But I was reminded today that I am supposed to be helping both my patient and their families. And despite his… quirks, he is your family.”
    “He is, indeed. He will be yours as well.”
    “Sebastian, you need to stop playing matchmaker,” Courtney scolded. “I am here on professional terms only and that’s all there is to it.”
    Sebastian yawned, a faraway look in his eyes. “You will see the truth the day you hold the Piatra Craiului Pink under the Carpathian moon… you will see…”
    “What are you talking about? Ohhhh, you stinker, you did it again. Always have to have the last word, huh?” Courtney asked as the man drifted into a deep sleep. She tucked him in warmly and felt eyes upon her. Turning, she saw Marcas standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “He speaks in riddles. Has he always been like this?”
    “What did he say?”
    “Something about holding a pink sinatra under the moon. It made no sense to me.”
    “Piatra. It is a flower that grows only in Romania. Brother Sebastian has a special connection with God. He sees things. He is to be believed, but things do not always, as you say, make sense.” Marcas sat next to the bed and squeezed Sebastian’s hand. “His visions have saved me from much pain, but they have brought me much as well. Speaking of which, you and I will have a date later this evening as I have promised. I still do not believe your lack of decorum,” he said sternly.
    Courtney chortled. “You don’t frighten me, so stop trying to play the boss man. Let’s go outside and see how those lenses work for you.”
    Marcas shielded his eyes as he exited the house, slapping away Courtney hands as she tried to pull his arm from his face.
    “For crying out loud, you are not going to burst into flames. You’re under trees and the light is filtered. Try it. Please.”
    Slowly he opened his eyes, adjusting to the light. For the first time in over five years, his eyes did not burn with agonizing pain. Courtney’s heart flipped as she saw a smile broaden across his features. There had to be a law against looking so damn delicious , she thought.
    “Thank you,” Marcas whispered, watching her blush. Was he reading her mind? No… it was just a coincidence.
    “You’re most welcome,” she choked out. “How are they working?”
    “You are even more beautiful in daylight. Your hair… it looks like melted gold.” He touched a stray curl, studying the color.