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I’m glad to see that she’s awake, but I’m also terrified. I hate that there’s a possibility that this has all been too much for her and that she’ll leave as soon as she possibly can.
I’ll beg her to let me love her if I have to.
I’ll beg on my knees.
“Gage—”
“Yeah, baby?”
Chapter 36
Blythe
“How long have I been sleeping?”
“Since late afternoon yesterday. It’s eleven in the morning now.”
I shift my shoulders back and forth to get more comfortable, and when I do, a sting lances through my thigh. It’s not a crippling pain though. The soreness on the back of my head from falling backward is almost worse.
“Can I see my chart?” I croak out.
The nurse laughs and waves me off. I know that doctors make the worst patients, but she hands me the tablet anyway. Gage leans over to read while I do, but I doubt he understands any of it.
He realizes pretty quickly that the numbers and abbreviations don’t make sense to him, so he leans closer and kisses my collarbone that’s sticking out of my too-big hospital gown. It’s not aggressive, his lips barely touch my skin. The ripple of shivers it sends electrifies my tired and weary body. I perk up and turn toward him.
He doesn’t hold my gaze. Instead, his forehead falls to my shoulder and I wrap my hand around the back of his neck.
“Vitals look good,” the nurse reminds us of her presence. “I’ll be back in a few.” She winks at me and shuffles out of the room, closing the curtain on her way out.
The latch of the door echoes in the small space around us and Gage lifts his head. He starts fumbling with my gown as delicately as he can to inspect the injury.
“Stop fussing. I’m fine, it barely even grazed me,” I assure him. But my head feels like it’s floating above my body at the same time. “Just tired.”
His lips form a firm line and his brows furrow.
“I’ll go get some food ordered and then you can sleep as long as you want.”
“We should talk.” I hold onto him firmly not wanting him to skip out of here just yet.
He turns back to me. I can see in his expression and his body language that that was the very last thing he was hoping to hear out of my mouth.
“What, you just thought we could go on like everything’s fine and never speak about it?”
“Yes?” His shoulders do a cute shrug and the look on his face says he’s at least halfway joking.
Despite the pain in my leg and my head, and the heavy weight of our complicated situation, I laugh. How is it that he can make me smile even when I feel like melting into the ground?
“We don’t have to talk about it right now,” he says.
“But—” I start, but I wince from the headache, and Gage cuts me off before I finish my sentence.
“You should be resting.”
“I’m fine,” I remind him softly.
He shakes his head and clamps down on his jaw. His muscles tense and he looks away.
I lay my head back down and tighten my grip on his hand.
