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“That was different.” He sighed.
“How?” I cocked my head. “Georgia had her reasons, and so did Ava. You forgave Georgia, didn’t you?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“There are no ‘buts,’ cousin. Do me a favor and tell the family I had an emergency at the hospital. I don’t want to hear shit from Gabriel or anyone else. Can you do that for me?” I placed my hand on his shoulder. “I know there were times you kept things from them because you didn’t want to hear it.”
“Maybe once or twice.” A smirk crossed his lips. “I got your back, cousin.”
“Thanks, Jackson. I owe you one.” I smiled as I walked away.
When I walked back into Ava’s room, I saw one of the paramedics walking out.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I was giving your patient her belongings from her car. We had them in the back of the ambulance. When we put her on the stretcher, she screamed at us to grab her purse, leather bag, and laptop. It’s so bizarre.”
“What is?” I asked.
“I can say with confidence that the woman lying in that bed isn’t the same woman we brought in.”
“Well, you know accidents can rattle people. Thanks for bringing her things to her.”
“No problem.” He walked away.
I entered the room and stared at Ava, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay.” A soft smile crossed her beautiful lips.
“Are you ready to go home?”
“Yes. I’m more than ready.”
“You sit tight for a minute.” I grabbed her things. “Transport is going to wheel you out while I bring my car around.”
“Grayson, I don’t need—”
“It’s hospital policy, Ava. I have no control over that.” I gave her a wink as I walked out of the room.
Ava was sitting in the wheelchair, waiting for me, when I pulled my car up to the ER’s entrance. Climbing out, I opened the passenger side door, and when I went to help her up from the chair, she stopped me.
“I can get up just fine.” She smiled as she stood up.
“Maybe you can now, but come tomorrow morning, it’ll be a different story.”
She climbed into the car, and I shut the door.
“I can’t believe my laptop didn’t get broken in the accident,” she said as I pulled away from the hospital. “That was really nice of the paramedics to grab my things for me.”
“The paramedic told me that when they put you on the stretcher, you were screaming at them to get your stuff.” I glanced at her.
“Right. Maybe I do remember that.” She bit her bottom lip and looked out the passenger window.
When we arrived at her building, I took her things from the back seat and took the elevator to the fifth floor, where her apartment was located. Inserting the key into the lock, she opened the door, and we stepped inside.
“Thank you, Grayson, for driving me home. Maybe we’ll see each other again sometime.”
