Ian
Islowly and quietly approach the room, and push open the door gently without knocking – I don’t know if Jamie’s asleep yet.
The night shift nurses were very helpful, as if they had known I would be coming. I imagine Jamie has won them all over with his charm.
I pop my head inside, and Jamie notices me right away. He gestures me to come in quietly, nodding towards the chair in the corner of the room where his sister is sleeping.
I enter with a painful sigh, closing the door behind me.
“Hey,” I whisper, moving towards the bed. “What’s the latest?”
“Seems it’s just a sprain. No surgery.”
“Oh, that’s great news.”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll be back on your feet in a few weeks.”
“Hope so.”
I sit down next to him.
“She ran right over. It was on the news,” he says, reading my thoughts. “She was scared.” He smiles sadly. “Same old Riley.”
“She worries about you.”
“I’m the one who’s worried about her.”
I shoot her a glance full of remorse and then return my eyes to Jamie.
“She’s alone. I wish there was something I could do, but I don’t know how to help her. She won’t let anyone get close to her; she doesn’t want me around. Seems like sometimes she doesn’t even want me in her life. She’s so stubborn…”
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
“What’s that?”
“This accident wasn’t an accident.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“It wouldn’t surprise me.”
“Even I wouldn’t go that far.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Let’s just say the right time has come. Maybe it was fate.”
“I don’t believe in crap like that.”
“Maybe you should.”
“Destiny would have you risk your career so that she and I would run into each other?”
“Well, I wasn’t really hoping for that outcome, but now that we’re all here…”
“You’re a damn manipulator.”
