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My hands frame his face, and I lean my forehead against his. “You terrified the shit out of me. Don’t ever do it again.”
He nods and grips my wrist. “I’m sorry. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
My Bryce, always thinking about me. His words hit me hard, and I start to cry. “I thought I lost you! Never again, Bryce. Do you hear me? Brain surgery, broken bones, possible amnesia! We were all worried sick.”
“Shhh, baby, calm down. I’m fine.”
“You are not fine! You’re hurt!”
“The only thing hurting me right now is your tears.”
I swipe my hands across my cheeks and take a deep breath. “You’ve been in a coma for over a week. Give me a break.”
“Okay,” he says sympathetically. “Two minutes—let it out.”
“Glad to see you decided to wake up and join us.” The doctor’s voice stops my freak out. “It’s been a while.”
Bryce’s eyes slice to the door and flash with annoyance. “Are you the one hitting on my fiancée?”
I swing my head to the middle-aged man and back to Bryce in disbelief. “Bryce!”
“Quinn said the doctor was trying to sweep you off your feet.”
As soon as he says it, I start laughing. I shake so hard, I fall off the bed and land on my ass on the floor. The doctor tries hard to hold his smile but ends up chuckling along with me.
“What the fuck is so funny!” Bryce yells.
“Young man, she’s a pretty little thing, but I’m happily married with five kids.”
“Maybe it’s another doctor then,” Bryce adds, not impressed.
“Could be.” The doctor winks at me and gives me a hand to help me up. “I need to do an exam.”
“I’ll wait outside.” I lean in, kiss Bryce quickly, and go to the hallway.
Our whole crew piles out of the elevator a few minutes later, and they stop dead when they see me wiping my eyes.
“It’s okay! These are happy tears.” I explain what happened, and Quinn pats herself on the back.
“Knew he was too over the top to sleep through another man hitting on you.”
“No one was hitting on me,” I argue.
“He didn’t know that.”
“Good lord.” Nate looks at the ceiling and then to her. “You have no shame.”
“Your sister is laughing and smiling. I’ll gladly accept your gratitude.”
My mom and dad both wrap their arms around her.
We talk until the doctor walks out irritated. “Is he always this stubborn?”
“Yes,” we all answer.
“We’ll run tests in the morning, but you need to convince him that he has at least three days before we release him. Barring the results.” He looks directly at me. “Does he listen to you?”
“Most of the time.”
