“Can’t wait to leave, hmm?”
“I could lie but…”
“Oh I understand. I have your discharge papers here. You have to sign and acknowledge the instructions. The doctor’s card is attached to your copy in case you don’t feel well after you get home.”
“Thanks. Okay where do I sign?”
She put the papers down on the bed table and handed me a pen so I could sign and finally be free from the antiseptic prison. I shoved my copies into the bag, I was ready to get out of there.
“An orderly will be right in with the wheelchair.”
“Do I have to? Can’t I walk out? I’m really fine.”
“Are you sure you’re not too weak?”
“Nope I’m good. Besides there’s no way he’d let me fall.”
She looked at Flame and I caught him shrugging out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t hide my grin.
“Sorry, it’s policy. You’ll be free of us soon enough.”
With a sigh of resignation, I gave in. The orderly appeared about five minutes later with the wheel chair. I sat down and picked up my bag only to have Flame take it from me as soon as it was in my hand. Typical. If it made him happy then I was good with it. “Let’s get out of here before someone changes their mind.”
Cyn and Chaos laughed and Flame rolled his eyes but no one hesitated and we got on the elevator and were in the lobby less than five minutes later. Seeing the street through the glass doors gave me my first taste of freedom. I really, really hated hospitals and I’d been there way too long already.
Chapter Nineteen
Flame…
The Waldorf moved all of us to a different floor. I’m not sure if it was Joe’s doing or being worried about a lawsuit. Either way I was glad we weren’t anywhere near our old rooms. Leaving Cyn and Chaos in the lobby, Michelle and I went up to the new room. I hoped she’d open up if we had some privacy. At least she looked better. This whole fucking thing scared the shit out of me. I didn’t want her to be alone until they figured out who was behind this, and I figured it would be a fight.
After sliding the keycard into the lock and opening the door I handed the plastic card to Michelle. “Wait here for a sec while I check the room.”
“Who are you? James Bond?”
I waggled my eyebrows at her. “I can be. You know I love role play.”
Her giggling followed me into the room as I flipped on the lights and checked the bedroom, bathroom and opened all thecloset doors. I wasn’t taking any more chances. Poking my head out the door, I smiled. “All clear.”
“Ohh I feel so much safer now,” she said as she batted her eyelashes. It was good to see my Michelle back, or at least mostly back. She was still pale as shit.
“Good. So how about some room service and coffee?” I’d said the magic word, her eyes lit up as soon as she heard the “C” word.
“Hell yeah.”
“Pick out what you want and I’ll call and order it. You can take a shower if you want and I’ll wait for them.”
“Aww my knight in shining armor.”
“You know it.”
The smile from a moment ago was gone. Uh oh. What the fuck did I do now?
“Babe, I’m sorry about all of this. It’s not how I wanted to celebrate you getting home.”
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t do this.”
“No not the drug part, but the rest of it—the fighting, closing you out, all of it—it’s myfault. I missed you so much and I’m so glad you’re back.”
