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"I'm going to go and get your discharge papers and a wheelchair-"
She gave him a look that promised pain.
"Babe, don't look at me like that. It's hospital policy."
Her head dropped and her chin nearly touched her chest. "I know... I know." She sat back down on the edge of the bed.
"I'll wait. Just hurry up. I plan to take my pain meds when we get home and have a few drinks of something. So let's get this show on the road."
Weston nodded and moved toward the door. He knew that he was in shit trouble, but this wasn't something he could do a strategic retreat from. He'd have to go through this hell and hope that there was some redemption at the other end of it.
Could've.
Would've.
Should've.
Those three words said it all at that moment.
He had the time to tell her, but he'd cop'd out on it.
He'd pushed it off, waiting for the 'right' moment.
But he knew that was a damn lie.
He just didn't want to put a big ass hurdle in the way of where their relationship was going.
He was a fucking coward.
Sure, he'd burst through a door and take whatever was coming at him, but talk to his girlfriend about her dad?
He moved over to the nurse's hub and one of the nurses gave him a smile. "Discharge papers for Tracy Fagan?"
He nodded.
The nurse lifted a hand to flag an orderly. "Wheelchair for release." She looked at the wall sized whiteboard on the wall. "Bay 3, please."
"Got it." The orderly walked to the wall where the wheelchairs were grouped. And wheeled one away.
Weston leaned on the counter and took the papers when the nurse handed them to him. "Do I need to sign anything?"
She shook her head. "No, sir. Just make a stop at the pharmacy window. They should have her pain medication ready to go."
She looked up at him again. "Any questions?"
He shook his head. "I'm just eager to get her home and baby her a little."
The look on the nurse's face said that she thought he was sweet.
He was just hoping that Tracy didn't gut him with a dull butter knife.
She stood and handed him the papers. "Good luck."
He stood there, frozen like a statue for a moment. Did he have existential dread written on his face?
"Thanks."
TRACY
