I sag in relief that she’s not here to deliver bad news.
“Okay,” I nod, thinking that’s good.
“If there's anything I or the staff can do to help, don't hesitate to ask." Her hand clasps mine, as she nods, looking me in the eye.
"Thank you. Can you make sure that no one knows her room number unless absolutely necessary?" My thoughts start to shift, realizing I have an important job to do. "I made sure her story had a lot of media coverage. It’s important that her condition and whereabouts be kept private.”
She nods her head, accepting my request. I gear up for my last one, knowing I'll probably meet resistance.
"I want to stay with her, permanently if possible, until she walks out of this place.” I breathe shakily. “If I'd known the man was here, I never would have left her alone in that room."
Face stern, she replies, "Done. I'll make sure the right people only know. No one should be allowed admittance into her room unless treating or caring for her.”
I look back at Brian, his eyebrows raise, impressed by her willingness to comply.
She continues not missing a beat, “Now can I show you and your guest to her room? You can wait there. I'm sure you'll be much more comfortable than here." She looks around at the mess we made of the waiting room, and I half expect that it was her motivation in moving so quickly to comply.
"Thank you," I utter, meaning it.
