“She is receiving fluids properly. Her kidneys are responding. Her body is beginning to recover. We should take some blood and send it to the lab to really make sure her organs are okay.”
I nodded slowly.
Thirty-five hours after she fainted, my phone finally buzzed.
Darius.
I stepped onto the balcony again and answered.
“What?”
“Boss,” he said, “you need to get back to Los Angeles.”
“Why?”
“Business that you don’t let anybody else touch.”
I closed my eyes briefly.
Of course.
Everything always moved when I stepped away.
“I’ll be there soon,” I said.
I hung up and stared out at the sea for a moment.
Then I went back inside.
The nurse was adjusting Yuna’s blanket.
She was still asleep, breathing deeper now.
“Can she be left alone for a few days?” I asked quietly.
The nurse looked up.
“Yes. She is stable enough to continue treatment without you here.”
“If anything changes, you call me immediately.”
“Of course.”
I stepped closer to the bed.
Yuna didn’t move.
Didn’t wake.
Didn’t even know I was there.
I studied her face for a long moment.
“You,” I murmured softly, almost amused, “are a lot of trouble.”
I straightened and looked at the nurse again.
“Make sure she eats.”
