Page 70 of Chasing Honor

Chrissy held up her hands in a defensive manner, and I felt like a dick. She’d saved Honor’s life, or at the very least bought her more time until she made it to the hospital. I shouldn’t have barked at her, but my head was spinning, and my heart felt like it was no longer beating in my own chest, Honor held it in her hands. If she didn’t make, it would never beat again.

The back doors where flung open and Honor was pulled out. A flurry of medical professionals surrounded her stretcher and she disappeared through the doors.

Chrissy followed Honor into a cubicle, and I remembered I’d forgotten to tell Honor something. I quickly got out of the ambulance and chased after them with Carson still in my arms. I ignored the shouts of the nurses that tried to stop me until I made it to the space they’d taken Honor to.

“Sir, step back,” a doctor said.

“I have to tell her something.”

“It will have to wait,” she replied.

“Let him through. This is his fiancée,” Chrissy told them.

“You have one second,” the older woman told me.

I didn’t delay rushing to Honor’s side.

“We love you so much. We’ll be right here waiting for you to wake up, smalls. Fight, Honor. You hear me? Fight for us, baby. I’m so sorry. Please come back to us.”

“You need to move, sir.”

I moved out of the way and prayed.

Please, God, bring Honor back to us.

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Carson had been checked out and had received a clean bill of health. She had a bump on her forehead that was most likely cause by her hitting herself when she’d tried to cover her face. No cuts, breaks, or any other injury. Chrissy had been right, it was a miracle Carson hadn’t been hurt.

Honor hadn’t been so lucky; she was in surgery to stop the internal bleeding.

“She’s gonna be okay, son.” My dad said, joining me at the window.

I’d been staring out into the parking lot, thinking over the last few days. All the words I hadn’t said, the ones I had. The last time I’d kissed her, and all the missed opportunities since then.

Why the fuck had I been such an idiot? I should’ve talked to her. I never should’ve shut her out. Two days I’ll never get back. Two whole days I’d missed being with her, laughing with her, loving her. Two days since I’d seen her smile. Over what? Nothing, none of it was important.

Not only did I miss those days, but Carson had too. That made me an even bigger dick. Please God do not let the last words I ever speak to Honor be in anger. Please don’t let her die.

“I can’t lose her. We can’t,” I amended. “She has to be okay.”

“She will be.”

My parents, as well as my aunts and uncles, had been waiting with me in the sixth-floor surgical family room, hoping for good news soon. It had been hours since a doctor had been in to give us an update. I was getting ready to lose my fucking mind when the door finally opened, and Chrissy walked in. She’d changed out of her bloody clothes and now had on a pair of hospital scrubs, reminding me her life had indeed gone on. After she’d left Carson and me, she’d continued to chase her dreams. She was a doctor.

“Has the nurse been in?” she asked shyly from the doorway.

“No,” I clipped not caring if I sounded like a dick.

“I’ll take Carson out into the hall so you all can talk,” my mom said, picking a sleeping Carson up.

It wasn’t lost on me when my aunts stood and flanked my mom, forcing Chrissy to move or be trampled.

Once my Aunt Emily closed the door, Chrissy began to speak. “She’s out of surgery. It went well.” Relief washed over me. And I had to close my eyes to keep the tears from falling. “Honor had a spleen laceration. The doctor preformed a splenectomy and was able to stop the internal bleeding. Luckily, the tension pneumothorax was caught and didn’t cause any further issues. Her CT scan came back normal, the airbag did its job and prevented any serious head trauma. I’m sure the doctor will be in soon to go over all the details and what her recovery is going to look like.”

Chrissy turned to leave, but I stopped her.

“What were you doing there?”