Page 26 of A Moment for Us
My brother enters with a wide grin painting his face. “Are you playing dolls with Uncle Josh?”
Melia lifts the doll that looks like it went through the shredder. “Yes! Uncle Josh told me that you love to play with dolls too, Daddy.”
I hide my laughter, muffling it as a cough.
“He did?”
“Blow up ones.”
I can’t help it, I burst out laughing, thankful I came to dinner.
Chapter 8
Delia
Ihaven’t had a migraine like this in over a year. The pain is so bad that it hurts to keep my eyes open, so I sink down on the bathroom floor and close them.
It hit so fast and seemingly out of nowhere.
I rest my head against the cabinet, letting the darkness and silence do whatever it can to ease it.
“Delia?” Josh’s voice is on the other side of the door. “Are you okay?”
I reach for the door handle. Thankfully, it’s a lever one, and I hit it hard enough to open the door. “Shhh,” I say as I press my palms against my temples.
“Are you all right?”
“Headache. Get Jess,” I rasp.
The door closes softly, and a moment later, I hear Jessica’s voice.
Jessica was in a terrible plane crash and had a traumatic brain injury that left her with crippling headaches and trouble speaking. She’ll know what to do.
“Headache?” she whispers, pushing my hair back.
“Yeah, it’s bad.”
“Do you have your meds?”
“No,” I say softly. “I don’t carry them because it’s been so long since I needed them.”
When I got my migraine medication, it was a gift from the heavens. I was down for an hour or two instead of the days it would take me to function again. I don’t know what triggered this, but it’s already raging, and I know enough to know that nothing short of the prescription will stop it.
“I can have Josh go to your house or you can take one of mine.”
While I know taking another person’s medication is frowned upon, Jessica was on the same exact medication and dose that I was. “Yours,” I say, tucking my head in my knees.
The water turns on, and even though I know it’s not loud, it sounds like a train moving through my ears.
Jessica takes my hands, placing the glass in one and the pill in the other. I swallow the medication, and then she takes the glass from me.
“Bed?” she asks.
I move to my side, letting my head rest on the bathmat, not caring that I’m on the floor of the bathroom. “No.”
“Okay. I’m going to let you lie down in the dark and quiet for a bit, I’ll be back.”
I hear her leave, and a second later, someone lifts me and warmth surrounds me. I know these arms. I know the scent of the man who has me wrapped in his embrace. The sound of Josh’s heartbeat and breathing fills the room. He tucks me against his chest, securing me tightly.
