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His brow furrowed as he listened to her.
He didn't know what she was talking about, but it sounded like she was reading a transcript of a court hearing or something.
Or something? His mind argued. She's saying her own name.
"Then I'm glad I said it." She laughed softly. "I'm not usually good with words."
Her words. But not her words.
As he listened to them, his mind working overtime to figure out where he'd heard them before.
"You can practice on me anytime."
What? Wait.
You can practice on me anytime.
Hadn't he just said that?
"It's easier on the phone." A moment of silence. "Talking, I mean."
His brain was working overtime, making it ache in his head, and then something sank into the pit of his stomach. When she spoke again, he spoke at the same time, blending their voices together.
"Well, I'm not trying to make things hard on you, Mol. That's the last thing I'd want to do."
It was uncanny and made him feel more than a little confused.
"What's happening with you, gorgeous?" He shook his head and used his thumbs to gently stroke the gentle rise of her cheeks. "Come on, Molly. Look at me."
Her eyes fluttered open, but she squinted and turned away from the light. "Hurts."
Jacob moved his hands and loosely cupped his hands around her eyes.
Molly sighed. "Better."
"Close your eyes, sweetheart. I'll take you back into the bedroom."
While her expression barely changed, her hands reached out and grabbed his forearms. "Sorry."
"Babe? You don't have to apologize. I feel like I should since I can't figure out a thing that I can do to help you."
She tried to sit up, but she was struggling.
"Let me help, Molly."
Jacob felt the moment she allowed herself to lean on him. It eased the strain in her muscles and the tension in her face relaxed as well.
He scooped her up in his arms, gently shifting her so she could lean her head on his shoulder as he moved her from one room to another.
The bed groaned a little as he braced his knee on the edge and climbed up onto the bed. He laid her in the middle of the bed so that he could go in the other room and pick up her purse.
Jacob knew that he could call the hospital and badger someone into getting him Doctor Webb's service number, but he remembered that Molly had tucked the doctor's card into the zippered pocket of her purse.
It only took him a second or two to locate the card, and he snapped up his cell phone and made the call.
"Cole Medical Call Service Center. How may I help you?"
"I'm looking for Doctor Webb. This is about Molly Ferguson. Something's happening... I'm on the 2nd floor and-"
