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“They have been known to work miracles, but you’re probably going to have to take a few days off.”
“No. I can’t do that. We can’t afford to delay the last day. The amount of work that has gone into this—I can’t even begin to explain to you what it takes. The finale is set in stone.”
“Nothing is set in stone.”
We pulled up to the curb.
“I need a shirt before we go inside,” I explained.
Gillian cleared her throat. “You don’t have to go in. I can take it from here. Really. I’m sure I’ll be fine. I appreciate the ride.”
“I’m going in.” There was no way I would leave the mate I had just found.
I reached through the cubby hole in the back of the seat, searching for my bag. I gripped the tag on the zipper and pulled it closer. My hand landed on one of my weekend T-shirts with the Royal Navy crest. I’d change my pants inside. I wasn’t going to walk the hospital with soaked trousers.
I slung the bag over my shoulder and walked around the car to help Gillian from her seat. She was off balance with my jacket tied against her side. As she stood I realized just how tight her clothing was. It didn’t help that it hugged her curves. Fuck. She was beautiful.
Romero escorted us up the stairs while Charles parked.
Chapter Four
Gillian
I teetered between surges of pain and trying not react to how insanely hot the prince was. He towered over me protectively, leading me into the hospital. I knew the jacket had tied around me was wet, but it was reassuring and sweet how he had cared for me in the back of the car.
We walked to the admissions desk. The nurses behind wore white hats. I suddenly felt as if I were starring in a World War II movie.
“I-I don’t think I have my insurance card.” The only thing I had with me was my phone with one of the production assistants shoved in my hand before I was hurried into the car.
“I’ll take care of it.”
“Or any of my medical records.”
“It’s not a problem,” he answered.
Suddenly I realized how scary it was to be hurt in a foreign country. It seemed as if things were whirring and blurring around me. I couldn’t panic. I willed myself not to think about all the things that could go wrong now.
I took a deep breath. I could do this. I could do this.
“Are you ok?” Liam looked at me. “Why don’t you sit down while I check you in?”
The throbbing in my arm moved down, rounding my elbow and invading my wrist. I flinched at the pain.
I nodded. “Ok. Probably a good idea.” I didn’t want to admit I was close to passing out. I thought I saw flashing lights and floating glimmering spots. That couldn’t be a good sign.
I found a green chair and lowered myself. I noticed the agent was next to the prince, scanning the area. I wondered what he thought about me. I wondered what he thought about the prince interjecting himself on the show’s set after my accident.
It felt as if an hour passed before he walked in my direction.
“Dr. Fines has arrived,” he reported. “They will take you to an examination room. I imagine you’ll need an X-ray, maybe an MRI.”
My eyes bulged. “An MRI?” I gripped the sides of the seat. “But isn’t that in a tunnel thing-y?”
He laughed. “Yes. Why is that a problem?”
“I’m not doing it.” I didn’t care that I sounded like an unreasonable toddler.
“This is the best medical center in the country. Why don’t you let them decide what you’re going to do?”
