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“Parks, you and I play more games than anyone else I know.” I stand over her, kiss her forehead. “But I’m done with that shit.”
She looks up at me, swallows nervously.
“Okay.” The doctor clears his throat. “The surgery went well. We performed an intramedullary fixation—”
Magnolia frowns.
“He put a pin in,” I whisper to her and she nods.
“We’re happy with your progress,” he tells her. “But we’re going to keep you in for a few nights for observation.”
She nods.
“Your father’s called, and once we’re sure you’re stable, we’re going to be moving you over to Weymouth Street Hospital—”
(“Oh, thank god,” Magnolia says under her breath.)
The doctor hears her and frowns. “Sorry. Thank you for saving me. I mean no disrespect, it’s just that these fluorescent lights aren’t doing any of us any favours. I won’t heal to my optimal self underneath them.”
Bridget groans. “She’s fine.”
The doctor snorts, a bit amused, and excuses himself. Says he’ll be back to check on her soon.
Magnolia stares over at me, eyes as big as they are weary, and I swallow heavy, grateful she’s okay.
I give her sister a look.
“Can you give us a minute, Bridge?”
She glances between us, pretends to be annoyed as she rolls her eyes. Walks out.
I stare down at Parks, slip my arms under her body, shift her carefully over — she winces anyway — then I climb in next to her. Hold her as best I can without moving her too much.
She starts crying as soon as I do. I figured she would. Figured she needed it.
I kiss the top of her head. Kiss it a thousand times and down her face til she turns to face me.
Looks up at me with those eyes I love.
Nudge her face with mine til our lips almost touch.
My breath is hot on her face and for a few seconds our mouths just hover close. Brush mine against hers. She takes a staggered breath.
It’s gentle at first, she sinks into me, feel her relaxing, feel the trauma melting off her broken body and then she presses into me. She loses her breath a little from the pain but doesn’t stop.
Kisses me like she thought she mightn’t get to do it again.
“I’m sorry,” she tells me, not moving her mouth from mine.
“No, I am.” I hold her face. “I’m not your friend anymore.”
She looks up at me, bright eyed with a tired smile.
“You’ll be my boyfriend again?”
I press my mouth into her forehead.
“I’ll be whatever the fuck you need, Parks.”
