Page 176 of The Elusive Billionaire
“Have you slept at all?” she asks.
I scratch my chin. I’ve never had a full beard before, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m also in a rotation of sweatpants and whatever shit Sage or Braxton bring me every couple of days. I only shower at five in the morning if one of the nurses is here with Savvy because she hates mornings. When she wakes up, I’m certain it won’t be at five a.m.
Most days I don’t shower at all—I can’t take the risk.
Eventually, someone nags at me until I cave.
Everyone nags these days.
It’s been two weeks since that asshole tried to take Savvy from me.
Some people would say he succeeded, but they’re full of shit and they don’t know her like I do.
She’s still in there, I know she is, and I’ll wait however long it takes.
It’ll be any day now, I know it. They only started reversing the medically induced coma four days ago, for Christ’s sake.
Braxton thumbs through the makeshift desk I’ve turned Savvy’s hospital tray into, not that I’ve done much work. He’s been keeping the company afloat, I suppose.
“Quinn can handle this stuff, Grey.” Braxton is checking my work, and I can’t blame him. My mind isn’t in anything except getting Savvy better. I spend more time researching headinjuries, broken bones, and coma facts than I do on Omni-Reyes business these days.
“After how we treated her, I’m surprised she was willing to come back,” I say, knowing I still owe Quinn an apology.
“These are not normal circumstances, Grey. And she would’ve been an idiot to turn down the six-figure bonus I gave her.”
I shrug. “It’s the least we can do. We were horrible to her.”
“We were,” he agrees with a heavy sigh I know carries a ton of guilt because I feel it too. “And we’ll make it up to her another time. She cares about you, Grey. I’m sorry I didn’t see it for what it was sooner.”
Madi fusses over Savvy’s hair, and I focus on not squeezing the hell out of Savvy’s hand in frustration. She comes every day to brush it and runs some essential oil diffuser I don’t understand.
It’s annoying as hell.
I brush Savvy’s hair every damn morning, I don’t need Madi to do it. I wash her and help with physical therapy and turning her so she doesn’t get bed sores. I even painted her nails her favorite coral color before the nurses scolded me—some bullshit about being able to see the color of her nailbeds.
I don’t want them here, but I know Savvy needs them almost as much as she needs me, so I do my best not to snap every time she fucks up something I’ve just done.
We’re doing just fine, and when Savvy wakes up, I’ll be the one here for her. I have to be. I’m the reason she’s lying here this way. I was too stubborn to listen to Roman.
Why didn’t I listen to Roman?
“You haven’t left her side at all, Grey.” I know Braxton’s concerned, but he would be doing the same exact thing if it were Madi lying here so he can just fuck off.
“And I won’t.”
He doesn’t bother responding to that.
I will not leave this room until Savvy does.
“Did her parents call you back?” Madi asks while fussing over the blanket I just adjusted.
Stop messing up my system!
“Yes.” It’s a guttural sound that has Madi’s face falling.
“What did they say?”
“They said that they’re not responsible for her medical bills.” Useless pieces of shit.
