His brows raise to his hairline, “When I said I wanted to see you monthly, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“You should have been more clear.”
He laughs, shaking his head.
“Why are you in here?” I ask, “I don’t think I have a brain injury this time.”
“You don’t,” he agrees. “But I said this might affect your healing and I need to check on your progress when they let you wake up.”
“And?”
“And you’re definitely still you,” he says as he looks at my chart. “But I need you to tell me the last thing you remember anyway.”
The memories immediately make me grimace, the echoes of pain and Brigit’s fear overwhelming me.
“I remember getting attacked in my home and trying to protect my girl,” I close my eyes. “I think I remember a gunshot going off behind me that I definitely thought was aimed at me.”
“You were supposed to bestaying outof trouble,” he rubs his temples.
“I tried my best,” I shrug. “But trouble found me anyway. Where’s Brigit?”
“Brigit?”
“Brigit Danaan.” I clarify, “She was there. Where is she?”
He looks at the chart again, “I can go check, but no one else was admitted with you and Mr. Beltran.”
“Skyler? Is he okay?”
“Mr. Beltran is a few rooms over, but he had the police in and out of there all night so I doubt he’s awake,” he explains. “The nurses haven’t stopped gossiping about the hero all night. Supposedly, he killed one of the intruders even with a bullet hole through his shoulder.”
My chest caves in with guilt.
It’s not supposed to be Skyler. He was supposed to be the one of us who kept a semi-clean conscience.
“Fuck. Okay, Ineedyou to find Brigit. Brigit Danaan. I need to know that she’s alright,” I plead. “I don’t think she was hurt, but fuck, I’m not sure. There was a knife and a gun and I was really out of it at that point.”
“Yeah, well losing nearly three liters of blood will do that,” he sighs. “What does she look like? I’ll check the waiting room.”
There’s a very good chance she ran for her life as soon as she knew we would be safe. That she did what she’s been claiming she’ll do as quickly as she could and escaped me.
But if she’s still here, there’s a chance for me to explain and fixeverything.
“She’s tall, brown eyes.”Don’t say anything inappropriate.“The prettiest person in every room she enters.”
He nods with a small smile, “I’ll go see what I can do.”
As soon as he leaves, I count down the minutes. Five. Six.
She’s really not here.
My chest nearly caves in, and only seconds before I completely lose my mind does Dr. Sad-Eyes return with the most beautiful angel I’ve ever seen.
“Sorry for the delay, Cormac,” he says by way of explanation, “Mr. Beltran had been moved to the recovery wing.”
Upon seeing me, Brigit’s face crumples, her little bunny lines on her nose crinkling, glancing nervously at the doctor like she’s not sure if he’ll stop her from approaching me.
“Hi, Bunny,” I say, watching tears immediately pool as she comes closer, all but collapsing against my chest. “Are you okay?”
