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It hits me that Wilder and my family are probably going out of their minds worried about me. And I know my husband is losing his shit. I'm surprised he didn't demand to come out here.
However the hell they found us, I have no idea, but I do know Wilder is panicking.
"If I die, she dies with me..." He clicks off the safety.
Before anyone can move or say another word, Wesley jerks behind me and falls to the ground.
I scream when the weight of his body knocks me over and the officers rush over.
My heart's racing so hard, I can't breathe.
"Delilah, you're okay..." a female voice I don't recognize says, trying to lift me.
"I-I can't—" There's a piercing ring in my ears.
"Hang tight, sweetheart."
She places an oxygen mask over my mouth. "Inhale slowly."
I think I'm having a panic attack, but I've had those before and they've never felt like this.
My eyes struggle to stay open, losing the fight to see the woman in front of me.
And then the quiet and darkness surrounds me...again.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Wilder
The sight of Delilah in a hospital bed makes me sick to my stomach.
I want to rage, but at the same time, I want to curl up next to her and hold her.
And then never let her go.
They're pumping fluids and glucose in her while she sleeps off the benzodiazepines. She was so low on blood sugar, she passed out when she suffered from an acute panic attack.
Mattie mentioned she hadn't been eating because she wants to lose weight for the wedding, but I had no idea she was skipping meals.
"Wilder, hun..." Mrs. Fanning taps my arm. She and Harlow have been sitting in her room with me for the past few hours. "You should get some rest. Delilah will sleep through the night?—"
"I'm not leavin' her."
She sighs, patting my shoulder. "I figured you wouldn't. But if you change your mind, you can sleep in one of the on-call rooms. It's just down the hall."
"Thanks, but I'm fine in here," I tell her.
"Okay. I'll be back in the mornin'." She kisses the top of my head and then tells Harlow goodbye.
"Will you text me if she wakes up before I come back?" Harlow stands, stretching her arms above her head.
Waylon's in the waiting room since we couldn't have more than three people in here, and I know they probably don't want to sleep here.
"Of course. Thanks for sittin' with me."
She takes me by surprise when she leans down and hugs me. "Thanks for being here for her and lovin' her so hard. You're good for her, Wilder."
My lips curve into a half-smile, and I nod. “Appreciate that, Harlow.”
