Page 37 of Words from the Heart
Together, Hank and Delilah made their way towards Parkers truck. Hank helped her climb inside and closed the door. Delilah rested her head against the cool glass, closing her eyes as Hank slid in behind the steering wheel. Her body was exhausted, her mind worn out. The motion of the car made her eyes drift shut. The events of the last two days had finally taken its toll on her, forcing her to give into sleep.
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Delilah woke to darkness, wrapped in blankets. Tossing them to the side, she sat up and cleared the fog from her eyes. She was in her bed. Glancing at the clock she realized she’d been asleep for nearly two hours.
“Shit,” jumping from the bed she ran to her door. As she jerked it open, she ran into Hank.
“Whoa. Slow down.”
“What the fuck, Hank. You let me sleep?”
“Calm down,” he gripped her arms, “I just talked to the hospital. Parker is in recovery, he’s fine. You needed to sleep. Hell, you didn’t even notice me carry you inside. Get a shower. We can go see him once you’re ready.”
“Yeah… right.” Delilah turned back into her room, “I’ll be down in a minute.”
Delilah shut the door and pressed her head against the cool wood. Breathing in a deep breath, she pushed off the door and locked herself in the bathroom. She was eager to get back to Parker, but she did need a shower. Delilah took the quickest shower ever, rushing to get dressed, she hurried from her room down the steps. Her hair was wet, pulled into a tight ponytail, the water still dripping against her t-shirt.
“Damn, that was quick.” Hank laughed, “Did you even dry your hair?”
“Nope. I want to get back to Parker.”
“Alright then, let’s go.” Hank grabbed the keys. “You really love him, don’t you?”
“What?” Delilah glanced at him.
“Parker. You love him?”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Good.”
