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I rushed along the corridor and would have kept going if I hadn’t seen Zion sitting on a set of chairs.
“Why aren’t you with him?”
He looked up and sighed. “They took him through the doors. They don’t let people follow into those areas.”
I wasn’t caring very much about protocol, but when I went to go yell at someone Zion grabbed my arm.
“Sir, please sit. We can’t do any more than we already have.”
I knew he was right, so I plopped down beside him.
“He can’t die, Zion.”
“Because you love him.”
I turned my head, and my colonellus smiled.
“Yeah, I do.”
He nodded. “He won’t die. He’s far too stubborn and bratty to die this way.”
I chuckled, but it felt hollow. “I fear I’d follow behind him if he did. My heart would surely break.”
He squeezed my shoulder. And we waited.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Fred
Pain.
So. Much. Pain.
I didn’t want to open my eyes because I could see the brightness from behind my lids, and I couldn’t talk. Something was in my throat, and it wasn’t anything I wanted down there.
Trying to swallow was a mistake, but it got me some attention.
“Dr. Brennan, don’t move, and please don’t touch the tube.” No one called me doctor…except in…my hospital…I was in my hospital.
The lights dimmed, as if the angels in the room had realized it was too much, so I was able to open my eyes.
The woman beamed at me. “We’ll get this out of you in a moment, I promise.”
After that it was doctors, more nurses, and a lot of words I couldn’t focus on. I must have fallen asleep, because the next time I opened my eyes there was nothing in my throat, and all the medical personnel had cleared out.
Something was holding my hand in place. Vincenzo sat beside me, head back, eyes closed, his hand covering mine.
As gentle as I could, I turned so I could slip my fingers between his, and I squeezed. I would have laughed if it didn’t hurt because Vincenzo bolted up, eyes like a wild beast scanning the room.
“Hey.” My voice was rough and my throat sore but he heard me.
“Baby,” he whispered and not caring that I smelled like hospital or that I hadn’t brushed my teeth, he pressed his lips to mine as if a kiss would make everything better…and well, it kind of did.
“Baby?”
“Do you hate it?” He was now kissing each of my fingers.
“No.”
