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“Overrated.” She shrugs.
“I think you’ve officially lost it,” I tell her, shaking my head, laughing.
“You feeling okay?” Her gaze goes to my chest port before finding my face.
“Yeah. So far so good.” I give her an encouraging smile. “You being here helps. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this, but this room is depressing.” I gesture around to the handful of other people also here for treatment.
“I won’t disagree with you there. They really should consider brightening this room up. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t feel so sterile in here.”
“I highly doubt the color of the walls has anything to do with it.”
“You’d be surprised how much things like that can affect a person’s mood.”
“Says the person who’snothaving an array of chemicals injected into her body.”
“Fair enough. At least you won’t have to do this for much longer.”
“Four more sessions.”
“That’s not so bad.”
“No? Maybe you should give it a try.”
“I’m just saying, it could be worse.” She holds her hands up in surrender.
“I’ll give you that. I’ll be glad when this part is over. I can’t wait to get back to some semblance of a normal life.”
“You’ll get there.” She reaches over and pats my leg.
“How are we doing over here, ladies?” One of the nurses comes over to check my drip.
“We’re hanging in there,” I say, dropping my head back on the head rest of the chair.
“Looks like you’re just about finished.”
“Thank goodness.” I let out a deep sigh of relief.
“Let me go grab a few things and we will get you unhooked and on your way.”
“Thank you,” Claire replies, folding her magazine before dropping it onto the small table next to her.
Within ten minutes I’m cleared to be released back to my room where the doctor will come in and check on me. Claire helps me into the wheelchair before wheeling me out into the hallway.
I feel utterly exhausted, even though I haven’t really done anything. I can’t wait to get back upstairs and close my eyes for a little bit.
We stop at the elevator and wait less than a minute before the doors slide open in front of us.
“Oh, excuse us,” Claire says, rolling my wheelchair backward as two people step off the elevator.
I’m so tired I don’t even bother looking up, but after several seconds have passed and Claire hasn’t moved I finally do.
The second my eyes lock with his everything slows down. I feel like I’ve been transported into an alternate universe where nothing feels real, yet I know that it is.
“Finley,” he whispers after what feels like an eternity, confusion peppering his handsome face. “What are you...” His gaze slides up to Claire and then back down to me.
I sit in stunned silence, a thick knot forming at the base of my throat.
I look to Abel’s left, spotting an attractive middle aged woman holding onto his arm.
