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Listening intently to their conversation there was a whole panel of tests being done, and she did have a UTI infection, but the doctor said he felt it went well beyond that and she probably already knew that by now after telling the nurse how long things had been progressing.
They would finish the IV, give her some nausea meds, an antibiotic for the infection, a cream for her face, and then she could go home and rest, but Dr. Hamilton then said that he was referring her to a specialist for an antibody test.
What the hell does that mean?
Looking over at Summer I could tell she hadn’t been surprised at all but was not looking at her doctor, but at me, as she addressed him at that moment.
“I have Lupus, don’t I?” she asked him, but her tone also made it clear she already had a pretty good idea what was making her sick.
The doctor stated he suspected as much, but that she needed to see someone else and get the proper tests so they could make a definitive diagnosis. He was very sincere as they spoke before he left the room.
Rising from the chair I’d been sitting in as they talked, I walked over to the bed as she turned her worried-looking, green eyes to watch me approach. I grabbed her hand to try and soothe her and me both.
When I heard that she had an infection, I hated that she was sick at all, but when the word specialist was mentioned, my world spun and I prayed then and there that she'd be okay.
I couldn’t lose her to anything, not when I’d just found her. But I needed to be here for her, even if she pushed and shoved at me to leave her alone. That wasn’t ever going to happen in what remained of the time I had on this earth.
“Sunshine,” I said softly, as I reached up with my free hand and softly brushed at a lone tear that trickled down her soft cheek.
“Talk to me... what’s Lupus?”
Chapter Seven
Summer
I needed to get up.
Laying on the couch, snuggled in a soft, coral-colored sherpa blanket, I moaned a little as my body resisted moving at all, but I had to get some laundry done and see what we possibly had for dinner.
Turning to my side, and pushing up on my elbow, another moan slipped past my lips. Feet pounded on our hardwood floors, and before I’d known it, Gyth was standing in front of the couch, a scowl on his handsome face.
“Babe, I said if you needed something, tell me, you need to rest. Doctor’s orders.”
Damn this man is pushy.
The day had not turned out as I had imagined, but neither had the evening before. Last night sparks were flying all over the place, and hot kisses that scorched my lips had taken place. That was not in the plans whatsoever.
Sometimes Gyth was just too irresistible.
Then Gyth’s nightmare had come and things got a little crazy, as well as scary. Not to mention sad. It was definitely an eye-opener into what he struggled with and shed a whole new light on some of his gruff behavior.
But as the morning hours drew on, he was catering to me. I’m not sure what I would have done without him, but I felt guilty that I made him promise not to tell Jurnee or Alley. He looked hesitant to agree, but in the end, he relented.
I would hear about it from both my besties later, that was a given, but at that moment it was important to me they didn’t come rushing to my aid and continued with their lives and what they both had going on at the time
Time had run out, and hiding or denying what was happening wasn’t possible anymore. Gyth may have agreed for the day, but only if I sat down with my friends and filled them in on what was going on. He was right, I knew it was something that needed to be done.
Even if I hated admitting he was right about anything.
“Well, I have things I need to do. The clothes are not going to wash themselves, and we will need dinner soon,” I replied.
“Laundry is being done, and I am making dinner. We are good. Now lay down and rest,” he said in a tone that dared me to challenge him.
My mouth dropped open at his comment. One, he was making dinner for me? As in cooking? Two, laundry was being done? There were two things that jumped to mind about him doing my laundry. First, would everything be pink when it was finished? And two, the man was seeing my bras and undies.
Oh shit, he wasn’t putting them away too was he?
Just the thought had my face burning hot with embarrassment and also if I must admit, a full-fledged stream of desire trickling through my body. How that was possible with the way I’d felt, I hadn’t had a clue. Okay, that’s not totally true, I kinda had one.
