Page 50 of Possessed By You
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I squint against the morning light pouring in through the windows when someone nudges me awake. Doris is on the bed with me, her face pinched with concern. I blink at her and once again have to come to terms with the fact that our lives have changed significantly.
“Doris?”
“Oh, sweetheart.” She kisses my cheek sweetly, lingering there to sniffle. “Kevin woke me up, said he’d heard about the accident on the news.”
“I was too tired to see anyone last night.”
“I can imagine.” She sets down her purse on the floor. “Kevin is with me. He’s signing in now.”
“You guys didn’t have to come, really.”
“You really did bang your head if you think we didn’t need to,” she scoffs, squeezing my weak fingers.
“Have you seen Benjamin?” I ask. I’m left concerned when she says no. Either no one told me he’s woken up or he hasn’t regained consciousness. Neither of those warms my heart. Thankfully, she puts an end to the momentary panic.
“He’s still asleep. He’s been under all night, the doctor told me.”
“Did she tell you about…?”
The look on her face says it all. “I’m sorry, honey. I’msosorry.”
I cast my gaze down, not wishing to fall into the deep misery I endured last night. I don’t have time to dwell because Kevin hurries through the threshold in sweats and a t-shirt. His hair is tousled, meaning he rushed to get here.
“Kev.”
“Baby, thank God you’re okay.” He hovers over the bed to kiss my lips. “How do you feel?”
“I’m fine.”
He doesn’t look like he believes me. “They’re going to release you today.”
“And Ben? How long does he have to be here?”
“I believe it will be a week, a few at most. His injuries are going to take a while to heal. I just stopped in to check on him on the way over.”
“Is he awake?” I gasp, shooting up. I’ll kill that nurse. Kevin nearly shoves me back into the pillows.
“No, he isn’t,” he says sternly. “You need to take it easy. Doctor’s orders.”
“How did he look?”
“He looks awful, Darcy. Gorgeous but awful.”
But he’s alive.He’s alive.
“I-I need to talk to Tiffany, Ben’s assistant. She needs to know what’s going on.”
“She’s been in the waiting room. Want me to get her?”
“Please.”
“Okay, we’re going to the lunch room. Do you want anything?”
“No, I’m good. Thanks.”
They aren’t gone even two minutes before Tiffany bounds into the room, her red heels clacking against the tile floors. “Oh my God, Mrs. Scott, I—”
