Page 22 of Memories of Me


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"Not specifics. I'm supposed to go back tomorrow for a scan and to discuss more details. She said she didn't want to overwhelm me all at once. Yet, they were okay just throwing me out onto the street. I mean, who the hell does that? 'We're sorry, ma'am, but we can't confirm an insurance policy, and now that you are better, you can't stay here.' Seriously. I know the doctor felt bad for me, but I can't believe they just kicked me out with no money, no identity, and nowhere to go. They told me to go to the women's shelter."

"I know. I was in the hallway."

"You were eavesdropping?"

"Yeah. That's why when I saw you still sitting on that bench when I was going home I couldn't just leave you there.”

"I was so scared, but at the same time, so numb. If you hadn't come around…" I choked back the pain.

He took my hand in his. "I'm here, and Brandt is here. We're going to help you figure out who you are, and we aren't going to leave you. I promise."

"What if you find out I'm some sort of crazy stalker or something?"

"Well, then I'll carry a Taser." He chuckled. He stood up and kissed me lightly on the forehead. "Get some sleep, and we'll talk in the morning. I think you've had enough tonight."

He was right. I could barely move, and talking was becoming a struggle as sleep beckoned for me.

He pulled the blankets out from under me and helped me get tucked in. "Put your hands above your head," he instructed.

I looked at him strangely. "Ummm, okay, but I'm not really into the kinky thing," I joked.

"Just do it." He tilted his head, mildly amused.

I raised my arms, and he inched his hands under the blankets, grabbed my dress, and slid it up and over my head.

"You threw up on it a little bit, so I didn't really think you'd want to sleep in it."

"Eww, gross. That's just lovely. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He gave me an exhausted smile and started to walk away, but then stopped and turned to me. "For the record, I'm not into that either." He winked.

I managed a little laugh. "Good to know, Mr. Grady. Good to know."

He inched the door closed as my lids fell shut. I wondered why I wasn't attracted to Grady like I was to Brandt. He was obviously amazing. Love was such a strange thing. You couldn't see it, yet you believed in it. You trusted it because you could feel it. You craved it because you needed it. You fell because you wanted it. In my case, I was hoping I deserved it.

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