“Uh, yeah she went to pack.” They shared a worried look.
“What is it?” I asked looking between them. “He does hate me, doesn’t he?” I said in a whisper, tears running down my face again as I furiously wiped them away. “She’s gone back to be with her son. I get it.” I shuffled back down the bed.
“No, love, Morgan doesn’t hate you. He…” Lauren started, then trailed off looking at Betty.
I could tell something was going on. There was something they weren’t telling me. “What’s going on?”
“You need to get more rest. That’s what’s going on,” Betty said tucking the blankets around me.
I pushed her hands away and scrambled up. “Laur, tell me what’s going on or I’m signing myself out of here and going back to the villa to see Kate myself,” I threatened.
Lauren took a deep breath and looked at Betty who nodded. “We didn’t want to tell you yet, but Morgan was in car accident on his way to the airport. There are no more details yet,” Lauren said softly. “That’s why we didn’t want to tell you. You need rest not more worries.”
“I need to talk to him. Pass my phone.” I reached out.
“Andie, love. He’s in hospital, he doesn’t have his phone. Nolan is there with him now, but the doctors aren’t telling him anything,” Betty said.
“Then I’ll call the hospital. Which one is it?” I whipped the blankets back, got out of bed, and grabbed my phone.
“They won’t tell you anything, love. They won’t tell his father, so they won’t tell you because?—”
“Because I’m nothing to him.” My shoulders sagged and more tears flowed. I didn’t know how there could be any left to fall.
“Come back to bed. You need to rest, get better and then you can fly back to him, okay?” Lauren patted the bed as Betty disappeared from the room.
She was right, I knew she was, but how the fuck was I supposed to rest when he was in hospital hurt, or worse, and I wasn’t there? I got into bed anyway, unsure how much longer my legs would keep me upright. The nurse followed Betty in and started fiddling with my IV drip.
“Get some rest. We’ll be here when you wake up,” Betty said squeezing my hand.
A deep feeling of calm took over me and I suddenly felt exhausted. I closed my eyes and let sleep take me away from all the pain.
CHAPTER 28
MORGAN
I woke up feeling sore and achy all over. I heard machines beeping and other people talking around me. The antiseptic smell of a hospital violated my nose, and I forced my eyes open. My father was sat in the uncomfortable looking wooden chair to the side of my bed.
“Dad?” I croaked.
His eyes flew open. “Jesus, I’m so glad you’re awake.” He jumped out of the chair and poured me a glass of water. “Here,” he said, holding it out for me.
I tried to take it with my left hand, which was closest to him, but found it wrapped up in a cast. I took the glass gently with my right and drank it slowly.
“How are you feeling?” My father hovered next to the bed.
“Sore. How’s Andie? Have you heard from Mum?” I tried to get out of bed, but my legs wouldn’t work properly, and my mind swam. I lay back down and closed my eyes.
“Mum is on her way back. Andie is okay but she has to stay in Spain for a few more days. Do you remember your accident?” Dad rubbed at his chin, his brow furrowed.
“A little, mostly just the squealing of the tires and horns blaring.” I kept my eyes closed.
“A car hit the front of yours, then there was a pile up. You’ve got a concussion. The rest is bruising.” Dad filled me in.
“I don’t care about me, I need to get to her.” Tears leaked from my eyes.
“I know, Morg, but we need to get you better first, okay? You’re no good to her like this.”
“Fuck.” My chest constricted and I found it hard to take a breath.
