“Why,” Aaron folds his arms across his chest and frowns. “You need to rest.”
“I think that’s the key to the firefighter curse,” I wiggle on the bed. “I’m feeling better already!”
Dr. Galen pushes me back against the pillow, and I’m suddenly winded. “Take it easy there, Ms. Saber. You’ve been exposed to radiation. It’s going to kick your butt for a while. Don’t try to do anything too strenuous during the recovery period.”
“Running?”
“No.”
“Walking briskly?”
“Walking, yes. Briskly, no. Only a few steps at a time. Build up to a longer walk when we release you.”
I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “Sex?”
She glares.
“What if I lie there and make him do all the work?”
“Hey!” Aaron protests from the doorway.
“Also, no,” Dr. Galen frowns, then points between us. “No funny business until you’re off the Prussian Blue. Let your body have time to heal.
With that, she steps through the zipper door and out into the hospital.
Aaron’s grinning at me.
“What are you smiling about, Sparky?”
“You. You’re going to live.”
“Live without sex for several weeks. Is that evenliving?”
Aaron’s smile won’t quit. “Yes, Camellia. I lived without sex for years, and I survived. If that means we get forever together, then yes - it’s living.”
Before I can offer a smart-ass response to that, he turns on his heel and bounces away from the door.
I have an IV in my arm, a blood pressure cuff around my bicep, and a plastic isolation bubble around my bed. I couldn’t chase after him, even if I wanted to.
He said forever.
I’m not sure how to respond to that because we still have some unfinished business that I don’t want to discuss.
Maybe it’s a good thing I’m in isolation for another day.
Maybe I’ll come up with a way to tell him the truth.
A wave of nausea overtakes me. I know this time it’s not the radiation. It’s the truth rearing its ugly head.
