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“Mr. Reed. Mr. Aldridge. I’m Steven Rigsby. I am in charge of this hospital. If you’ll follow me, I’ll bring you to Ms. Hart. She’s being worked on right now, so you’ll be right outside her room, but as soon as you can see her, you’ll be right there.”
I nod, and he turns around to show us the way. Down the hall and through corridors, we keep moving. Finally, he leads us to a small waiting room in front of a door.
“This room is private, Mr. Reed. No one will disturb you.” Then he steps out, leaving Cyrus and me alone.
“Cyrus—” I start, and he lifts his hand to stop me.
He’s not one for words or emotions, but him doing this, him being here, means something.
Both of us are quiet.
The door to Payton’s room opens a crack, and from my angle, I can see her. Or at least what I think is Payton. I see a bed, an elevated foot. I see a machine.
I watch it.
Watch the graph. Watch her breathe.
Listen to the sounds of life.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Neither of us speaks. But we don’t need to.
Having him here is enough.
The door to the room opens, and the doctor walks toward us.
My pulse picks up. Standing, I walk toward him, Cyrus right behind me.
I swallow hard. “Is she okay?”
“She will be,” the doctor says, and Cyrus places a hand on my shoulder. “She was very lucky. She has a concussion. Cuts and bruises. A sprained ankle and wrist and she bruised her ribs, but she was very fortunate not to have broken anything.”
“Thank you.”
“You’ll be able to see her soon.”
I let out a deep breath, and my body vibrates with relief.
“Come on, sit,” Cyrus says, leading me back to the chair. “She’s going to be okay.”
“It was my fault.” I bury my head in my hands. “Our fault.”
“You think this was Paul?”
“Who else could it be? Especially since I am fairly sure this is about the shorting of Torenzo Corp. As soon as I get Payton home, I’m going to call a meeting to figure this out. But first, I need to make sure she is okay.”
“It could have been an acc—”
“Cyrus. You didn’t see it. It was no accident.”
His jaw tightens. “All you have to do is worry about Payton.” He pulls out his phone and starts typing out a text. “We will handle it. All you need to concern yourself with is your girl in there. You understand?”
I nod, too emotional to speak.
That’s when Ivy walks in, clothes in hand.
She throws her arms around me, hugging me tightly.
