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"You took a nasty shot to the head. The guys on the ambulance said you're a heck of a pitcher."
Elizabeth attempted a smile. "My reflexes need some work, apparently."
The doctor laughed. "Not many people are that quick, trust me."
"Can I go home?"
“I’d like to keep you overnight for observation."
She sighed, and Will squeezed her hand.
"We don't have to send you to a room on one of the floors,” the doctor explained. “We have a unit here for people like you who just need to be watched for a bit. It's quiet, and you'll have a television and a phone."
"Can I stay with her?" Will asked.
"I’m afraid not. No overnight guests.” The doctor turned to Elizabeth. “We'll get you squared away and move you over there shortly."
“I’m supposed to be on a flight to South Carolina in six days. Will I still be able to travel?”
The doctor nodded. “You should be fine. There are no hemorrhages. Just be aware that if you’re still experiencing headaches or dizziness, they might get worse during and after the flight. But there’s no reason you can’t fly.”
"Okay. Thank you." The doctor walked out, and Elizabeth sighed. "That’s a relief. But I don't want to stay here tonight."
"It's just one night,” Will said. “Indulge me, okay? I'll feel better if you’re here.”
"I know." She shivered.
"Are you cold?"
"A little. These hospital gowns don't provide much warmth."
"Sexy, though."
She laughed and grimaced again. "Ouch."
"Sorry. Do you want me to get some warmer clothes for you? Maybe some sweats?"
"I don't want you to go through the trouble."
He rolled his eyes. "Lizzy, it's no trouble. I want you to be comfortable."
"Okay. My keys are...oh, my bag! My bike!"
"I have your bag, and one of your coworkers said he’d take care of your bike."
"Oh, good. Thank you. My keys are in my bag. There are sweatpants and sweatshirts on the shelf in my closet. Just grab anything."
He smiled and kissed her. "I'll get changed while I'm there, and I'll come right back. Get some rest while I'm gone."
* * *
Will joggedup the stairs to Elizabeth’s deck, noting that Elizabeth’s bike had been delivered, and let himself in, turning on lights as he went. He tossed his bag on the bed, figuring he would just sleep here tonight. He’d called Georgiana on the way to Elizabeth's house and filled her in on what happened, and she’d promised to call Jane.
He quickly freshened up and changed, grabbed some of her toiletries and placed them into a small duffel bag, then went back into her bedroom to grab underthings and a pair of thick socks from the dresser.
He opened the closet and found a pair of sweatpants, but didn’t see any sweatshirts. Returning to the dresser, he opened the bottom drawer and smiled. There it was, his old Harvard sweatshirt, stuffed in with a few other sweatshirts. He lifted it, and his eyes suddenly caught on two large, glossy photos that were tucked underneath it.
His stared at them for a moment, until the breath froze in his lungs and bile rose in his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping his mind was playing tricks on him, but when he opened them again, they immediately locked on the smirking face in the photo.
