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I laugh and do as she says.
When we have about three dozen prepped and ready to be baked, Cara comes stumbling into the kitchen white as a sheet and unsteady. I drop what I’m doing and rush to her side.
“Baby, are you okay? You don’t look very good.” She gazes up at me and shrugs.
“Stomach is off, but I’ll be okay,” she mutters then moves to the coffee bar. Frankie comes over to her like a bat out of hell.
“Oh no you don’t, little miss. Get out of this kitchen right this instant and back to bed. I can’t have you spreading germs to all these people.” Cara’s eyes widen and she gives me a pleading look. Her eyes fill with tears and one falls.
“Oh no. I don’t want to infect anyone,” she wails, before rushing from the kitchen. What the hell? I shake my head and my mouth opens and closes a few times.
“I should...” I trail off and Frankie nods, still gazing at where Cara just ran off. I wipe my hands on my sweatpants and follow after her.
“Cara, baby talk to me.” I move behind her as she reaches her bedroom door.
“I’m going crazy, Con. My emotions are all over the damn place. I—” She covers her mouth with her hand and her eyes go wide. Flinging the door open she barely makes it to the toilet before she's tossing her cookies. I reach down and hold her messy blonde hair and gently rub her back in small circles. I hold my breath and avoid looking. I have always been a sympathetic puker. When she’s stopped convulsing, I flip the sink on and turn my head to breathe. My stomach churns, and I know I’m about to make a fool out of myself. She washes her mouth out and splashes her face with clean water. I hand her a small towel and she gives me a shaky smile.
“Feel better?” I ask like an idiot, and she nods.
“Yeah, thanks.”
I give her a nod, then let her hair go, watching as it flows down her back, to that small dimple above her delicious ass. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, willing my dick to calm down.She was just sick, you idiot,I chastise my cock and thankfully it listens. I turn and walk back towards her bed and take a seat on the edge, waiting for her to finish using the bathroom.
My phone rings and I send it to voicemail again. Xavier can wait. I’m still not happy with him being out all night after what went down on V day. Cara shuts the light off then leans against the wall, avoiding my eyes. She’s wringing her hands together, and I know whatever comes next isn’t going to be good. She takes a deep breath in and then releases it, before looking at me.
“I love you Connor...but we need to talk.”
Six
Jase
Something nudges my cheek and a groan pulls me from my praying to a higher power I don’t even know exists. I sit up straight and wipe the tears from my face, gazing into the glossed over eyes of my guy. A sob chokes me and I jolt from the seat, leaning over placing my lips on his without thought. He rips his mouth from mine aggressively, with a quiet, “Don’t.”
I pull away and I sit back down, avoiding his eyes. I deserved that.
We sit in silence a few minutes until a nurse comes in to do her rounds. She startles at seeing Lay awake, and I cringe. I should have let them know.
“He woke up a couple of minutes ago,” I mutter, still avoiding his eyes. I cross my arms and lean back in my chair with a groan. Sleeping in this spot for the last four days was not good for my back. But I wouldn’t have left for all the money in the world. Even though now I can see how much he would prefer I wasn’t here.
I sit and stare at the wall as doctors and nurses rush in and out doing exams and tests. They told me I couldn’t be in the room a few times when he arrived, but my father’s money took care of that, so now they don’t even bother. A hand on my shoulder yanks me from my thoughts.
“I know you won’t leave, but now that Mr. Willis is awake, I think it would be best for you to go home and get some rest. Maybe a shower? Some food?” Dr. Wurthers says, giving me a friendly smile. I glance Lay’s way but he’s watching the small TV in the corner, pretending he’s not eavesdropping. I return my attention to the doctor and nod.
“I just want to talk to him for a few minutes before I go.”
He gives my shoulder a squeeze then leaves the room, the nurses following after. I wait another minute before finally asking what’s been on my mind constantly since finding him on that road.
“Why? Why Lay, why would you do this?” I ask him in exasperation. He doesn’t answer, and I stand from my seat pacing the small floor in front of his bed. He keeps watching the TV, so I reach over and turn it off.
“What the fuck, J,” he grumbles, but finally meets my eyes. I startle with the hatred I see shining back at me. He returns to looking at a now black TV, ignoring me once more. Dejectedly, I sigh and move back to my seat next to his bed.
“Please Lay. You’re my best friend. I love you more than anything. Please tell me why you would do something so reckless.”
He glances at me from the corner of his eye, and puts his head in his hands. His shoulders shake from emotion, and I wait for him to gather his words. I want to lean over and hold him so badly. Rock him while he cries, but I know I’ve lost that privilege.
“I just wanted to feel numb,” he finally whispers. “You saw the look she gave me. You destroyed her. She won’t be coming back after that bullshit,” he finishes in a growl. I go to speak but he gives me a look with such malice I shut up.
“She was my light, she took away the darkness. Now she’s gone, and only the darkness remains. My own personal hell,” he croaks out. “Can’t you see that J? Not only did you lose one of the best things we ever had, you destroyed me in the process. Just leave. You’ve done enough,” he says in a monotone voice, before staring off into space. I think I prefer the anger over this numbness. I know he's suffering, in pain right now. We both are but wow, that really hurt.
