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Chapter Seventeen

Glory

“Take a deep breathin for me.” I shivered as the icy cold stethoscope moved across my back. “And let it out.” Listening intently, he dragged the metal bell over to the other side. “Again, big deep breath.” Dr. Conner's eyes peered off beyond my head as he focused on using just his ears. “Good, that's good. How do you feel?”

“Better, it still hurts a little when I'm breathing, but much better.”

“That's to be expected. But you're improving and that's what we want.” Wrapping the tool around his neck, he tapped some notes into his computer. “We're sending you for another x-ray today, see how your lungs are healing. I'm hoping we'll be able to send you home in a day or so.”

“Good morning,” my mother said, popping her head into the room. “How is she today?”

“She's healing well, just like we want her to.” Smiling, the doctor scanned his badge for the computer and logged out. “I was just telling Glory that she should be able to go home in a couple days or so.”

“That's great!” My mother's eyes lit bright as she smiled. “Isn't that great, honey?”

Nodding, I laid my hands on my lap and forced a smile. “It's really great.”

“Well, an x-ray tech will be up in a bit to bring you down and I'll come tell you what we see after I get the results.” Walking to the door, he patted my mother on the back and gave her a comforting smile.

“Doctor,” I said, forcing him to stop from going out the door. Twisting to look at me, he waited for me to speak. “Have you heard from Liam?”

“I'm sorry, Glory, I can't disclose patient information.”

“No, I know, and I understand that. It's just, I haven't seen him since Tuesday, it's been three days. I was just wondering if you'd seen him or heard from him. I'm getting worried that he hasn't come back to see me since he left.”

Pursing his lips, he crossed his arms over his chest. “I haven't seen him, but if I do, I'll tell him to come pay you a visit.” Holding out his hand, his lids opened wider. “But I'm not getting my hopes up that I'll hear from him sooner rather than later. You might have a better chance of getting in touch with him before I do.”

Smiling with closed lips, I nodded.

I didn't like his answer, I didn't like that Liam wasn't answering his phone, I didn't like that I hadn't heard from him in days. There was a pit in my stomach, churning and tumbling around.

Something is wrong.

“Are you alright?” my mom asked, walking to the edge of the bed and reaching for my hand. “I brought you lunch, are you hungry?”

“No, thank you though.” Hanging my head, I stared down at my fingers.

“What is it? Is it that guy that's bothering you?”

“I'm just worried about him. He went through the same thing I did, he should be here, not out there. I don't like it, it's not sitting right.”

Rubbing the top of my hand, my mother angled her head. “Honey, I'm sure he's fine.”

“I'm worried, Mom,” I said, tugging the blanket up higher.

My mother looked at me, her eyes reading my body language. “You like him.”

“He saved me.”

“He must be a pretty special guy to save some girl he doesn't know.”

Flicking my eyes up to hers, I said as sly as I could. “We're not exactly strangers, but yeah, he is pretty special. Which is why I'm getting worried that I haven't heard from him.”

Smirking, my mother leaned over and pushed the flowers on my nightstand to the side. Setting down a few magazines and a container of her famous homemade mac and cheese, she let out a sigh.

“What?” I asked, locking my eyes on her face. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

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