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"It only took Walker one look at me, pacing back and forth beside this hospital bed, to drag me out of here to wash my face and pour some caffeine down my throat. Everyone that sees me around you, even thinking about you, knows that I've got feelings for you.
"So don't worry about trying to say or do the right thing around me. You don't have to try. You just have to be you, Mol." He brushed a kiss against her cheek. "You just have to be you."
A tear rolled down her cheek and she lifted her hand to brush it away.
Somehow her world had turned upside down in just a few hours. She might not remember what had happened to her a few hours ago, but if she had to lose that to gain these beautiful moments?
She'd give it freely.
Held in his arms, rocking gently in the dimly lit room made her feel like her dreams and her real life had somehow merged into one.
She'd be a fool to give that up when she seemed to have everything she wanted.
4
It wasn't until she’d finished the light breakfast that the staff had brought to her room that she met Doctor Callan Webb. When he walked into her room, she was waiting for someone to bring her some clothes to change into. Her outfit that she'd worn to work had been cut apart in the Emergency Room.
Jacob got to his feet as soon as the doctor walked in, and Molly watched Jacob's expression closely before she turned to address the doctor.
"Good morning."
Wearing his white coat with his stethoscope around his neck, the doctor seemed a little bemused by the situation. "Good morning, Miss Ferguson." He turned to look at Jacob who was standing right beside her. "And good morning to you, Detective."
Jacob nodded but didn't utter a word.
Or move.
Doctor Webb picked up her arm by the wrist and gave it a thorough look at the top and bottom.
She thought it was strange, but from what she could see out of the corner of her eye, Jacob was breathing a little too hard.
"Is there something wrong, Doctor?"
"Interesting." Doctor Webb straightened up and smiled at both of them. "Stereo."
Molly smiled, but Jacob looked too tense for his own good.
"I'm wondering, Detective," the doctor's tone was a little droll, "is Miss Ferguson under arrest or being detained for some reason?"
Jacob narrowed his gaze at the doctor. "No."
"Then, maybe you could take a step back so I could speak to her in private?"
Molly saw a muscle tick in Jacob's jaw, and she bit into her bottom lip. "He's protective."
"Protective." The doctor looked down at the chart in his hand. "I have your chart here, Molly, but I'm wondering if I should get the detective's chart and do a full workup on him before he has an aneurism in my Emergency Department."
Jacob almost cracked a smile.
Almost.
"Now," the doctor sat down on the edge of her bed and took out a penlight from his pocket, "I'm sure Doctor Ashley did this a few times overnight, but I want to take a peek for myself."
Molly nodded and then leaned slightly forward, opening her eyes so that he could see how her eyes responded to the light.
"I came in a little earlier, but you were sound asleep." He moved the light in and out of sight of her left eye first. "And from what I saw, I might suggest to the billing department that they draft a bill for the detective here as he seemed most comfortable in his overnight accommodations."
Molly laughed and then coughed when her throat started to hurt.
