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That much she was aware of. And the fact he was the only one in the room. Where was everyone else? Her mom and dad? Oliver? Had Alexander come home because she was injured?
And Corey? Where was he?
“Do you remember what happened?”
She remembered walking the presents out to the car. Everything else was a blur.
The panic on her face at the prospect she couldn’t remember prompted Brock to continue.
“A guy had a heart attack. Lost control of the car. He hit you. Rammed into the bar. But you’re okay, and the bar is coming along nicely.”
“How long have I been here?”
Maybe once she got home she’d be able to remember more, but she didn’t feel like pressing the issue with herself.
“About two weeks. First four days was in the ICU. Then they transferred you here. The doctors said you’d wake up and not to worry. I was thinking about calling their words bullshit, but here you are, talking to me.”
She tilted her head down as if nodding. It hurt to move. Considering her body had been docile for two weeks, it made sense. Her body was used to lots of movement. Of working out every day, doing her yoga, stretching, and empowering her body. It would take time to heal and to get her strength back. She started telling herself that over and over in her head, like a mantra.
You got this. Give yourself time. You’ll regain your strength. You are a strong, capable woman. Don’t give up.
“Donna’s been taking care of your studio. Everything is good there.”
Flowers sat on the windowsill along with cards and a pretty potted fern that she assumed Mrs. Reverson brought.
“Where is everyone?”
Brock looked at his watch. “It’s almost one o’clock. Mom and Dad sit with you in the morning. I got here around noon and stay until about three. Oliver pops in and stays until five. Then Corey sits with you for about two hours. Mom and Dad stay until visitors aren’t allowed.”
They sat with her in shifts. How organized of her family. It sounded like them. Alexander hadn’t come home after all.
Brock must’ve sensed her thoughts. “Alexander flew in the day after the accident. He stayed a week. Mom and Dad convinced him to go home. That you’d be okay. And you are. He’ll be happy to hear from you. Everyone will.”
She squeezed his hand and closed her eyes. “I’m tired. I don’t know if I can handle everyone at once.”
“Okay. I understand. I should get a nurse or something.”
She didn’t say anything, but she let him steal his hand back. The door shut with a quiet click. The silence, although ominous in a way, didn’t frighten her. It calmed her. Relaxed her mind. Soon, it wouldn’t be silent. People in and out of her room. People pushing her to get better. To get up and get moving.
It hurt thinking about it all.
Then her mantra sprang through her mind.
You got this. Give yourself time. You’ll regain your strength. You are a strong, capable woman. Don’t give up.
Maybe she did want to see everyone at once.
Or not.
The silence hit a nerve and she screamed.
* * *
“Why areyou standing in my way?” Corey’s body twitched with nervous energy. He wanted to bounce on the balls of his feet, yet remained still. His hand kept fisting and unfisting. And his heart, no matter how many times he told himself to calm the hell down, continued at its rapid pace.
Brock crossed his arms, his expression stern. Yet he saw the sympathy in his eyes. Why in the hell was he looking at him like that?
He’d gotten a call from him thirty minutes prior with the best news in the world. Genevieve was awake. Yet, this moron insisted on standing in his way, blocking the door to her room.
