Page 66 of Nowhere to Hide
“The doctor said it’ll take weeks.”
“Guess it’s good that you don’t need Dramamine.” I slipped out of the room back up the stairs.
There was only one place I could be sure to keep her safe.
And that was with me.
Even if it killed me.
I gathered up the supplies and returned to find her in a pair of shorts and a sky blue T-shirt. She was a little pale and sweaty, but the pain had eased from around her eyes.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She frowned at me. “Sitting here?”
“No, you got dressed alone. I could have helped you.”
“Definitely not. I’m fully capable of that at least. Bad enough you need to help me shower.”
“Get used to it.”
“So, you’re protector and nurse then?”
“For right now, you got it.”
She folded her arms over her chest.
“Hey, you agreed to this.”
“I agreed to your help, not to tour the world with you.”
“Don’t knock it. You’ll love the views from Maine.”
“Maine?!”
“Yep. As soon as I know you won’t bust those staples and stitches open again we’re heading north.”
“We didn’t discuss that. I have?—”
“You have what? You said you didn’t have anyone to help you with recovery.”
She blew out a breath. “No.”
I leaned into her. “Then, this is your option because I’m not letting you get hurt.”
“Why do you care?” She frowned at me. “Why would you do this for me?”
My gut churned. Because my dead best friend told me to didn’t seem the right confession. “Because I wasn’t there for a friend. I can do this at the very least.”
She tipped her head back. “That’s not fair.”
“Since when is anything fair?” I opened the first aid kit. “Now let’s get your dressing changed.”
She sighed. “Fine.” She scooted back against the headboard. “Humiliating,” she muttered as she opened her legs.
“Better than dead.” I peered at her through my overlong hair. “This is going to hurt.”
“You don’t say.”
