Her damn throat must be hurting her.
“I’m here Darlin’. What happened?” I asked her as I pulled the blue padded chair closer to her side and sat down while I grabbed her smaller hand in my own.
“Bee sting. Allergic.” She rasped out.
“Epi-pen?”
“I hadn’t gotten to my pen in time.”
Nodding, “Say no more. I’m right here Darlin’.” For the next two hours, I held her hand in mine while we watched some weird show that was on the television they had mounted to the wall.
In those two hours, her swelling had gone down and a nurse had walked in to check on her periodically.
Then the door opened and in walked the Doctor.
“How are you feeling?” I didn’t appreciate the way the Doctor was looking at her with a glint in his eyes.
“Better. Thank you.” She told him. I wasn’t sure if she was aware of what she had done but she had squeezed the hand she held with her own.
I still held her hand in mine and I noticed the moment the Doctor saw that fact, gone was the glint in the younger man’s eyes.
“Excellent. Since you are breathing on your own and the swelling has gone down. I’m okay with sending you home. I want you to take some antihistamine when you get home. It’ll be written in your paperwork when your last dosage was.”
“Okay.”
“Is there anyone you can stay with for the first twenty-four hours or so? I just want to make sure that everything is good to go?” the Doctor questioned.
Without zero hesitation I said, “She is with me.”
I ignored the startled look that Corrine sent me, but on this, I wouldn’t be swayed.
Thirty minutes later I was walking beside Corrine that was dozing off in the wheelchair that the nurse was pushing her in.
Luckily, I had Benadryl at home, so we didn’t need to stop anywhere. Hell, no one was open anyway but if I had to go to a town over then I would.
I saw where Weston had parked my truck, so we hadn’t had far to go. I jogged ahead of them and opened the passenger door after I tossed her discharge papers on the console/
Once they reached me, I knelt down and picked Corrine up, as I placed her in the truck, her eyes closed, and she let out a little sigh.
“She’s a very lucky woman.” The nurse murmured then turned to wheel the wheelchair back into the hospital. After I had Corrine buckled up, I closed the door softly so as not to rouse her awake.
For the first time, I didn’t have the radio on as we drove home.
When I carried her carefully into my house, I debated putting her in my bed. Was that taking it too far? Would she be okay there?
Then I tossed that thought out of my mind. I would have her in my bed when she chose, and not a minute before.
I carried her to the couch and laid her down carefully. I looked over her papers to see that she wasn’t due for another pill for an hour.
I piddled around the kitchen while I pulled the containers out of the microwave and placed them in the fridge. We would be having that dinner another night.
Even though this wasn’t how I saw this night going. Knowing she was safe in my home and not across town tonight, that erased everything that had gone wrong today.
Seeing it was time, I grabbed a glass full of water along with a pill and made my way over to Corrine.
I roused her awake and helped her take her pill while I helped her drink down some water. With a smile, she fell back asleep.
I didn’t fight the pull. I grabbed the throw off the back of the couch and covered her with it after I took off her cute shoes.
