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Rushing into the tent, I flag down the nurse who looks stunned to actually be receiving a patient.
“Can you help her?” I beg, setting Nova gently on the hospital cot. “She got hurt on the track. I think she might have twisted her ankle.”
The nurse takes off Nova’s sneakers and inspects her foot. She turns it around a bit and Nova hisses every time she so much as goes near it. My heart squeezes in my chest. I hover over Nova, trying to see how I can ease her pain.
“Sir, can you step back please?” the nurse asks.
I take a mini-step away.
The nurse wiggles past me in order to check Nova’s other ankle. Nova keeps quiet despite the prodding of her foot. At least that leg doesn’t seem to be injured.
“I don’t think it’s broken,” the nurse declares after inspecting her left ankle a second time.
I let out a sigh of relief.
“But it is swelling. I recommend she stay off that foot for at least forty-eight hours.”
“I have a wheelbarrow competition coming up,” Nova says, her eyes wide.
My scowl is dark and pointed right at her.What the hell did she just say?“You’re obviously not going to do that.”
She frowns in return.
I glance at the nurse. “I’ll make sure she stays off her foot.”
The nurse nods and then tends to Nova’s scrapes. When she’s all bandaged up, the nurse retreats to the front of the tent and pulls out a binder to start scribbling things down. It’s either a report or a prescription.
Either way, I’m alone with Nova now.
I fold my arms over my chest, staring her down.
“What?” She sounds annoyed.
“I told you not to partner with anyone else.”
She lets out a disbelieving laugh. “Really? You’re blaming me? Right now? While I’m injured?”
“I’m just saying. If you’d stayed away from Henry like I told you…”
“You’re ridiculous.” Nova places her hand down as if she’ll move off the bed. The moment her palm makes contact with the cot, she hisses.
I fly straight over to her. “Are you okay?”
“I keep forgetting that I left some of my skin on the track,” she mutters, wincing.
Concerned, I look for a clean cloth and then I sit beside her and wipe the dirt from her arm. She stops complaining and closes her eyes, so I assume that it feels calming.
Shaking the cloth out, I move my attention to her face. I lean forward, sliding the fabric over her smooth forehead and delicate cheekbones. She has her hair up in a wide, curly ponytail today, but some of the curls escaped from her clip when she fell.
My fingers graze her ear as I push the curls back. Her breath hitches and her eyelids crack open, revealing beautiful brown eyes.
I stare at her, caught in a current that I couldn’t resist if I tried.
She’s Nova.
The most important person in the world to me.
And she got hurt.
