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When I tried to climb as high as Lucas, I fumbled my footing and landed badly on a rock. They made me stay overnight in the hospital, alone, with too many beeping machines.
Grabbing the piping hot coffee, I return to find Blair biting on her abused thumb nail. Her brows are furrowed and she stares into space. I pass her the coffee.
“In the ambulance she started seizing or something, I don’t know,” Blair mumbles, looking rattled. “Once we pulled up to the hospital, they took her away.”
I tip her chin up. Her eyes are bloodshot and swollen. “I’m going to find my godfather. Just wait here.”
Blair blows out a ragged breath and shrugs. Taking a sip of coffee, she grimaces.
“This tastes like shit.”
The corner of my mouth curls up. “Tough.”
“Seriously, this is the worst cup of coffee I’ve ever had.”
I leave her with her crappy hospital coffee and head for the elevator in the next hallway. I ride it up to the third floor, questioning what I’m doing the whole way to my godfather’s office.
Whatever it is, I’ll see it through. There’s no point in stopping at this point. If it gets me to my endgame, then it’s worth it.
Uncle Craig is inside the office, seated at a glass top desk with a pair of reading glasses drooping low on the bridge of his nose as he goes over medical records. A white lab coat is draped across a black leather sofa.
Craig is a barrel-chested man with a broad, gleaming white smile, light brown skin, and warm eyes that make you feel his love. He’s not my uncle by blood, but I’ve known him my entire life. He always insists I treat him like family, which I’m glad to. As far as I’m concerned, we are family.
I knock on the open door. “Hey.”
Uncle Craig looks up and beams at me, waving his hand to gesture me in. “Devlin! What a surprise. I was just talking to your dad a couple of days ago. Have a seat.”
Of course. Dad can talk to his colleagues, but not to his own son. I haven’t had a conversation with Dad in over a week. He ignores most of my texts.
I should take the hint and stop dragging myself over hot coals because t
here’s nothing to gain from him.
I stand on the other side of Craig’s desk. “Actually, I can’t stay long. My—” I falter. What is Blair to me? We’re still not friends. What do you call the girl who drives you crazy that you pay to control? The thought rattles through my head unpleasantly. Craig’s graying brows hike up at my verbal fumble. I’m not usually tongue-tied. “—friend, her mom was brought in. I want to make sure she gets the best care possible.”
“Hmm, I see.” Craig scrubs a big palm over his shiny bald head. He drags his open laptop closer. “What’s the name?”
“Macy Davis.”
The keyboard keys clack as Craig types. Craig pushes his glasses up his nose. His eyes bounce back and forth as he reads the information on the screen.
“Okay. She was given a bed in the emergency department for evaluation of the symptoms she presented with upon arrival. I can’t tell you exact details.”
“Can you have her transferred into a private room?”
I picture Blair biting on her nails and sitting in her duck shorts downstairs. A sigh drags out of me. I can’t provide her with my own health insurance, but I can throw money at the problem.
A niggling instinct has been picking at me since I saw Blair on her knees next to her mom. It’s something fighting against the darker shades of my mind intent on getting what I want out of this.
“If they admit her to the floor, then yes.”
“I want to take care of all of it.”
Craig plucks off his reading glasses and strokes his chin. “Some friend. Are you sure? I can see this patient doesn’t have insurance on file.”
I wave my hand. “Whatever gets her the best testing and care. Make it happen. Will you keep an eye on her case?”
“That’s part of my job.” Craig studies me. “Is everything okay? You look like hell.”
