“What…happened?”
The nurse stops and turns to Luka, who hasn’t stopped looking at me.
“You don’t remember anything, baby?”
Why is he saying it like that? What the fuck happened?
“Well, yeah. I remember my name. I think.” Now, I’m not so sure, judging by how the woman is looking at me like I might have just lost my freakin’ mind. “I know who you are.”
“You don’t remember the accident?” The woman asks, but doesn’t seem upset about the fact that I might not remember. She turns to Luka. “This is really very normal, Mr. Frost. Mrs. Frost just needs a little time to heal, and then things might come back to her.”
Mrs. Frost?
“I…,” what did I miss while I was out of it?
“I’ll go find the doctor so he can take another look at her.”
“Thank you.” He waits for the woman to walk out of the room before he turns to me. “What’s the last thing you remember?”
The last thing I remember? “I was…waiting for you to pick me up so we could go to your office together. No, wait! We were at your office, and I was drinking a hot chocolate because a really sweet man got it for me. He worked for you, too.”
“John? You remember John?”
The way he says it has me worried. “Um, that’s your assistant, right?”
He looks at me as we listen to the voices outside the door and comes closer to me. “I told them we were married so I could stay with you. If they ask, you are Mrs. Frost.”
Chapter Sixteen
Luka
Her eyes widen, and she looks up at me with so many questions. She looks so small and fragile lying in the hospital bed that it hurts my heart. When I walked in to find her lying on the floor in a pool of blood, my heart fell to my feet. I was yelling for someone to call an ambulance before I was on my knees scooping my little elf off the ground.
I stayed with her the entire ride to the hospital, and once there, I wasn’t going to leave her just because of some stupid hospital rule that only family can be with her…so I lied. I lied my ass off and told them she was my wife.
The doctor comes bustling in and takes one look at us before a big smile breaks out across his face. “Mrs. Frost, it’s so good that you're awake.”
Did I threaten this man, telling him I would end his career if he didn’t make my wife a priority? Yes. Yes, I did. Would I do it again? Hell, yes, I would!
“Your scans all look good. The nurse told me you were having some issues remembering what happened. That’s not really anything to be concerned about. It’s actually pretty normal. As long as you’re not forgetting any of the big stuff, like who yourhusband is or what day it is, I don’t see a reason you couldn’t go home. Your husband would have to make sure to wake you up hourly to be sure you’re alert and not having any complications, of course, but something tells me that’s not going to be a problem for him.”
“Not at all. Waking her every hour won’t be an issue at all.”
“Then I’ll work on the discharge paperwork for you. Unless you have questions?”
She looks up at me with big, soft brown eyes but doesn’t call me out on my shit, “N…no, I… don’t have any.”
“I have a few.”
I make sure I am well-versed in what to look for and how I can better help my angel before we leave. I gingerly put her in my coat, so I know she is nice and warm before picking her up and sitting her in the wheelchair they’ve offered us. She makes a few token arguments about being able to walk herself and not wanting to be a bother to anyone, but I can tell the meds are taking effect. By the time I follow her into the back of the SUV, she’s taking longer and longer blinks and looks worn out.
“You doing okay, baby? Are you in any pain?”
“Little.”
Her voice is soft and small, and it guts me. I never should have left her in the same room as that damned ladder. “It’ll be better soon. The meds haven’t had a lot of time to truly kick in yet.”
“So dizzy.”
