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“Cassie, it’s good to see you, take a seat.” His voice snaps me out of my own little world.
“Thank you, Doctor McIntyre.” Ghost shakes his hand too and gives him that chin lift that means what he can’t voice. That he is trusting him with something so precious that he better not get this wrong.
“Oh, Cassie, please just call me Tate, like your husband does. I’m here as a friend as well as your doctor.” I nod at him, acknowledging what he’s saying, but speaking feels hard.
My whole body is tingling, and I don’t know why. Their voices are getting further away as I feel my body being moved, and I hear the words“Get her on the floor”being yelled.
Then it goes black again.
* * *
Oh, my head hurts, but my body feels too heavy to move.
Where am I?
Why can’t I open my eyes? The buzz in my head is making it hurt worse.
Sleep, I just need to keep sleeping.
* * *
“Cassie, we need you to wake up.”
I don’t want to.
“You’re okay, you’re in the hospital. It’s time to open your eyes.” That voice isn’t my Noah. Who is it?
Where is my Noah?
Then I feel him, his hand touching mine, the feeling back in my fingers. I’d know that touch anywhere, even if I can’t see him. It’s my Noah. I need to go to him.
“Open up and show me your bright eyes.” His words make me push as hard as I can.
A slow blink, and I can see his face. It’s blurry, but it’s him.
“Hi there, Cassie.” The source of the voice to the other side of me is now coming over top of me with a light. Ugh, I want to close my eyes again. “No, keep them open for me, Cassie, I need to check on you.”
“Baby, listen to Tate. Stay awake for us.” Ghost is squeezing my hand, tight then soft. I try to squeeze it back. “Yes, that’s it, keep moving your hand.”
Tate… the name is coming back to me. He’s the doctor. I’m not at home, I’m here in Chicago.
Oh no, why am I on a bed now?
“What happened?” My words are a little mumbled, but they understand me.
“You had another seizure in my office, Cassie. Do you remember anything from today?” He has a nice voice. I just wish I could answer him. My mind is so confused.
“Sore head, pancakes,” is all I can get out.
“Yes, good girl, we had pancakes for breakfast. Ashton tried to say his are the best.” Always a competition with men. I don’t remember much from before, but I feel like Ghost’s words are making me smile. It’s a weird feeling of not being completely connected to my body.
“Okay, I’d expect the headache is what brought on the seizure, and her responses aren’t perfect, but they are improving. She will want to sleep this off again. I think the best thing is to get her in the MRI machine now and then admitted to the hospital as my patient while I run my tests. That way she can sleep while I work out what’s happening.”
“That’s a lot of words,” I complain, because it doesn’t all make sense to me just yet.
“Don’t you worry about anything. Let me look after you.” With that, Tate disappears out my line of sight, and I can hear him on the phone.
“I’m scared,” I whisper, gripping Ghost’s hand a little harder than before.
