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He nods, sitting in the chair next to the bed. “You’re welcome. I just wanted to get something to brighten your day. How are you feeling?”
“Sore and ready to go home.”
“Have they given you an update yet?”
I shake my head. “No. They took me for a scan earlier but I haven’t heard from anyone since then.”
“Okay. Well, I’ll keep you company until then.”
“No,” I blurt out, shaking my head. “You really don’t have to do that. I don’t want to intrude.”
His brow arches and he leans forward, meeting my eyes with his intense blue gaze and I suck in a breath. “Didn’t we go over this already? If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be. Besides,” he continues as he leans away from me and lies back in the chair, “I have some news for you.”
“Oh?”
He nods. “They caught the son of a bitch that hit you and he was still wasted when they arrested him last night.”
“Wow,” I whisper, lying back in the bed.
“You sound surprised.”
I glance over at him and as soon as our eyes connect, I feel it rocking through my whole body. What the hell is going on here? “I guess I assumed he was going to get away with it.”
“Hell, no. I wasn’t letting that happen.”
“You had something to do with this?” I ask, my brow arching.
“Well, I told you that my friend was unavailable but I pulled some strings to make sure that bastard ended up behind bars.”
Who is this man?
I see people everyday that can’t even be bothered to hold a door for someone and offer up a smile in passing but he’s been incredible since the moment we met.
“Why?”
His brows furrow. “Why what?”
“Why would you do all this for me? I mean, we don’t even know each other.”
He’s quiet for a moment as different emotions flicker across his face and finally, he sighs. “I don’t know why I’m doing it except that I feel compelled to. There’s something different about you, Quinn, and there are other things I could be doing right now but all I want to do is sit here and talk to you some more.”
“Well, I suppose I can do that,” I whisper, my heart racing in my chest. It’s scary and I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing but he echoed something inside me that I was barely able to admit to myself and I can’t turn him away. At least not today.
“Miss Dawson?” Someone asks from the doorway and I pull my gaze from Lucas as the doctor walks into the room.
“Dr. Hudson, how do things look?”
He glances down at the chart in his hand as he nods. “Good. It looks like the bleeding has stopped.”
“Does that mean I get to go home now?”
He laughs. “Yes. I have Bonnie getting your discharge paperwork ready right now. There are a few things that I want to go over, though.”
“Okay.”
He sits on the edge of the bed. “I’m willing to let you go home on a few conditions. You need to remember that you’ve been in a serious car accident, okay? I want you to stay in bed for the most part over the next few days and then you’ll need to come back in for another scan to make sure things still look good.”
“I can do that,” I say even though the thought of being stuck in bed for days is unappealing.
