What the heck?
Touching a hand to my forehead, I pressed the other against my middle. Something was off. I didn’t feel right.
“Kate, what’s wrong?”
I blinked, and Tristan was right there. He might’ve had an arm wrapped around my shoulder, I wasn’t sure.
“You,” I tried. My tongue felt thick and heavy, my body hot. Too freaking hot. Bile pushed farther up my throat; I was moments away from throwing up.
Somehow, I shoved past him and stumbled into the bathroom in his office. My breakfast was out mere seconds after I bent over the toilet.
I was still heaving into the bowl when a pair of hands grabbed my hair and held the strands away from my face. As much as I wanted to shovehim away, I was overcome with an overwhelming sense of relief at his presence.
It took a while, but when my body finally dispelled everything it could, I sluggishly pushed into a seated position. Without me asking, he helped me to the sink where he cleaned my face.
I should’ve been embarrassed. Maybe I would’ve been if I wasn’t feeling so out of it.
“Better?” he asked.
I wanted to shake my head but ended up tumbling to the side. Before I could fall though, he scooped me into his arms.
“Something’s wrong,” I choked out. I didn’t know what, just that whatever was happening inside me wasn’t normal. One part felt like I was sitting in ice while the other part was trapped in burning flames.
My chest was tight, and every breath felt more difficult than the one before.
“Trist—”
“Shhh, baby.” He held me tighter. “I’m ri…”
The rest of his words faded away as a heavy darkness descended and swallowed me whole.
Chapter twenty-eight
Tristan
I’d never been more scared in my life than the moment Kate went limp in my arms. I’d never felt more helpless, either. I had no idea what to do and probably would have carried her to the hospital if Nancy hadn’t stopped me and called the ambulance.
By then, Kate had come to, and even though she’d thrown up four more times before they got there, she was very adamant about the fact that she didn’t need to go to the emergency room.
I was very adamant she had to.
The EMT agreed with me.
Over three hours after we’d arrived—and I didn’t even know how many tests later—she was finally given the all-clear to go home under the condition that she couldn’t be alone.
She’d told the doctor she’d call her sister to stay with her, but there was no way I was letting her out of my sight.
“Where are you going?” Kate asked from the passenger seat. “You missed my turnoff.”
“Not going to your place.”
“Tristan,” she sighed. “I’m not staying at yours either.”
I stole a quick glance at her. Her skin was pale as fuck, and although her eyes looked sunken, some of her fierceness had returned.
“Since you’re my wife, I reckon it’s better to sayourplace.”
She pursed her lips, frustration written all over her pretty face. “Seriously? Izzy can—”
