“My fingers are swollen, but I can feel them.” Brit wiggled her feet. “My toes are tingling, but I can’t feel my pinkies.”
“Your temperature is a little colder than normal, but nothing to be alarmed about. You can sip warm broth, take a warm shower. You’ve been through a traumatic ordeal. Give yourself time to heel. Don’t rush yourself. Do you have someone you can talk to if you have PTSD?”
“My cousin is a psychologist,” Brit replied.
With a warm smile, Dr. Ferguson nodded. “You’re one of the lucky ones. I don’t think the average person would make it out of that water alive.”
“I’m here because of Joaquin,” she said. “I’m not a strong swimmer.”
“Speaking of Joaquin, let’s take a look at you.”
He and Brit changed places.
As the doctor examined Rebel, she asked, “Any concerns?”
“None,” he replied, his gaze locked on Brit.
Brit’s loving smile couldn’t prompt one from him. The anger in his eyes was a sure sign his thoughts were elsewhere.
His lips were slashed in a thin line and his cheek muscles hadn’t stopped ticking. He was moving into revenge mode. And it wasn’t just the intensity in his gaze. His nostrils were flared, his hands clenched into fists.
“You’re blood pressure’s high,” the doctor said. “Is that normal for you?”
“Only when I’m pissed.”
“Why would you be angry? You survived. You’re not hurt. Britain isn’t either. At least not physically. That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
He blinked, his gaze softened. He laid his hands, palm down, on the hospital bed. “You’re right, doc, it’s all good.”
Brit knew he was running through the event in his mind, searching for a clue that would lead him to the driver. And he wouldn’t give up until he found him.
“Why don’t you rest for a few,” Dr. Ferguson suggested. “I’ll be back to take your blood pressure. Do you mind if Z comes back in?”
“That’s fine,” Brit answered.
“Good by me,” Rebel said.
The doctor stepped out. A moment later, Z returned.
“She was in here a while,” Z said.
Brit glanced over at Rebel. “His blood pressure is high.”
“I’m fine,” Rebel said.
“Is there any chance this was an accident?” Z asked.
“No,” Rebel answered. “The driver was wearing a ski mask.”
“Whoa,” Brit murmured.
“I’ve already requested video surveillance of the cameras near the bridge,” Z said. “As soon as I have anything, I’ll load it into the portal.”
“Thank you,” Rebel said.
Z extended his hand. “Thank you for saving my daughter’s life. You were right about us. We are cut from the same cloth.”
Rebel shook his hand. “While we’re havin’ a moment, I need you to know I’m in love with Britain. I would choose her every time.” Then, he stared into Brit’s eyes. “I hope you know that.”
