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I wonder if she was high or detoxing. Based on the text, she’s detoxing. I hope she’s not doing drugs in Freya’s apartment. Shit, should I have warned her? I check my watch again. It feels like time is standing still.Let’s get this fucking bird in the air already.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Just tired, wanna get home.”
“Same, I miss Bridg. Gonna go home and fuck my wife,” he says as he makes his way toward the back.
I’m envious. I know I’m not supposed to be involving myself with anyone, but it can be lonely. Regardless, it’s my rookie season, a time to keep my head down and prove myself. Thankfully, our game against Chicago went well. We won, and I got another assist, but any joy from last night’s game was sucked out of me when her text came through.
When I get off the plane, I all but sprint through the airport. I have to get home and see what I’m dealing with.What Freya’s been dealing with.
Me: On my way.
Freya: K.
The eleventh letter of the alphabet has never looked so callous.
When I reach the front door, I fly up the stairs and throw my bag down on my doormat. After gently knocking on her door, I enter her apartment, and Freya meets me at the entryway and holds her index finger over her lips.
“She’s sleeping, I’m trying to let her rest.”
“Freya, I’m—”
“The cold washcloths on her forehead helped, but she’s still getting the chills on and off, so she’s wrapped up in a blanket. She’s been throwing up, had diarrhea. I’ve made her drink as much water as she’s willing to, but she’s probably still dehydrated. Make sure she gets a lot of fluids today. Her last shower was just before I texted you. We got her teeth brushed, and she seems to be doing a bit better, but she’s had a long night.”
“Sounds like you both have.”
She nods at the floor; this woman is fucking exhausted. I don’t know what she’s been through, but it makes me regret every time I was a dick to her.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here. You shouldn’t have to deal with this.”
“You don’t have to apologize, I understand.” She shrugs. “Ex-boyfriend.”
Shit. That’s rough.
“I don’t know how to thank you for taking care of Anna.”
“Based on how she’s doing now, she should be out of the woods by sometime tonight. But she might be riding the struggle bus today.” She turns to walk farther into the apartment, and I follow.Where’s her couch?
“Um, so I’ve still got a couple of her items in the laundry, I’ll bring them by tonight or tomorrow.”
“Okay.”How is she so on top of this?I’m usually a mess after a night with Anna.
She steps out of the bathroom with a stack of clothes. “Here’s some underwear and comfy stuff for her to put on after she wakes up. She’s probably going to want something clean. Here’s her toothbrush. Here’s two rescue kits with some naloxone—Narcan. Make sure she keeps one on her, but you should hold onto the other one. Just in case.”
“Fuck, I don’t even know what to say.”
I’m speechless. She’s shown me mercy when I gave her none. There’s not a shred of judgment in her eyes. Not toward me or Anna. She spent the last six hours tending to my dope-sick sister with nothing but compassion and kindness. She’s giving and selfless and...and I royally fucked up with this woman.
“Well, I’m hoping you’ll say you’ll take her to your apartment so I can get some sleep.”
“Yeah.” I take a big inhale. “Yeah, of course.”
I follow her to the back bedroom and wake Anna up to walk back to my apartment. She shuffles behind me, groaning about her aching muscles.
Once she’s tucked into my guest bed with all the extra sheets like Freya showed me, I set the pile of clothes on the dresser. Including Freya’s underwear.Dude, don’t be weird.
Anna agrees to drink a glass of water before she goes back to sleep.
