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“Riley, do you have any more medicine for your migraine?” I whisper.
“M-Medicine cabinet.”
I go searching for her bathroom where I hope to find the medicine cabinet. When I do, I’m out of luck. Aside from some over the counter cold medications, there isn’t shit there labeled to take for a migraine.
That’s when I pull out my phone and call the specialty healthcare service I use when I’m under the weather. It only takes a few minutes before I’m having Riley’s prescription refilled, a nurse practitioner on the way, and food delivered.
After that, I call Mike to have him deliver my work laptop along with a few files I need from the office. I don’t know how long Riley will be like this, but until she’s better, I’m not leaving her side.
CHAPTER15
Riley
I wake up slow. As my eyes peel open, one at a time, I come to the realization that I’m having one of my migraines. My first thought is to get to my medication, wherever that may be.
“Whoa, where are you going?” A deep voice startles me.
“Kyle?”What is he doing here? Wait, where is here?
I slow blink and look around, realizing I’m in my bedroom. On an inhale I try to remember how I got here. The last thing I recall vividly is starting to feel the dull pain at the base of my skull. I went to my purse to pop one of my migraine pills. They usually do the trick, reasonably quickly. But the damn bottle was empty.
That was when the pain grew worse, and I knew I had to call Charlotte to have her sit in for me at the meeting at with Kyle and all of the VPs.
How long ago was that?
“What are you doing here?”
He takes a seat on the edge of my bed, coming into my full view. The only light on in the room is a small lamp I have on top of my vanity. Even with the dull pain still throbbing in my head and the low lighting, I drink Kyle in.
The top button of his white shirt is undone, exposing a small amount of his chest. His suit jacket is off, and he’s rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. My eyes trace the veins that run along his forearm. When I raise my gaze to meet his, something I never thought I’d see meets me.
Concern.
There is genuine concern plastered all over his handsome face. It’s in the way his eyes scan over my face and body, the pinched skin in between his eyebrows, and the way his fingers trace along my forehead, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
“How’re you feeling?” His voice is low but firm.
“Better.” For my part, my voice sounds weak to my own ears.
Kyle’s lips pinch, and I know I’ve done something to irritate him.
Is it because I missed the meeting?
“Don’t lie to me, Riley,” he says sternly. His hand drops to my shoulder and then to my arm. “How are you feeling?”
I swallow. “My head still hurts,” I admit.
He nods, satisfied with the truth. “The nurse said you might still be in pain for a while.”
I squint. “Nurse?”
Kyle cocks his head to the side. “You don’t remember?”
Shifting my gaze down toward my arm, I notice there’s a bandage with tape over it on my forearm.
“I had a nurse practitioner come. She gave you an IV of fluids since you ran out of your prescription.” He holds up my empty pill bottle. “They said the electrolytes and stuff could help. I also had—” He pauses when there’s a knock on the door.
It causes me to wince in pain.
