A Night with Gideon novel Chapter 18

“L-Let’s go out,” her lips tremble slightly and look away. He didn’t answer but he took her hands again and locked them in his big and rough hand and then pulled her out of the hospital. His calloused hands send warmth to her cold hands.

Only then did he catch his breath when they finally got out. “I’m sorry. I just really hate the smell of the hospital. I don’t want it inside.” “You should tell me so I can take you back to the hotel right away.” “I’m okay now. I can wait for you here outside. Maybe the nurse inside will ask you something more.”

“No. Shall we go back to the hotel or do you want us to continue sightseeing?”

He shook his head. “Let’s just go back to the hotel.”

He did not object to what he said. It seemed that he had lost the will to walk around in the cold night.

He hailed a taxi and took him to the Almeradez hotel. He even took her to her floor even though it was unnecessary. What he knew was that the VIP suite they were occupying was on the top floor, so he thought he was still busy here. He took from his sling bag the key card given by the hotel staff.

He was still silent when he opened the door and entered. He turned to Gideon because he also entered inside. He didn’t bother to turn on the light when he put his sling bag on the sofa.

Gideon walks to the side of her bed and switches on the lamps that give the room a dim light. “Thank you for coming with me earlier and for delivering,” he tried to keep his voice low so that he wouldn’t notice that the memory was still bothering him. “I want to sleep.”

“You alright? Are you okay?” he asked in a serious voice. Even his eyes and expression were serious, as if reading what was on his mind.

“Of course. It will also disappear. I’ll just go to sleep.” She doubts it. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to sleep well especially since he had no one in the room,

“You are not sure. I’ll stay here.” There was a finality in his voice and he sat on his bed. “Sir.”

“You won’t make me change my mind, Lyzza, And please, stop calling me sir. I told you to call me by my name.”

“I can handle myself, Gideon.” He knows that he is kind and besides, he doesn’t know, as long as he trusts the man.

“You were trembling and your hands were cold. You are traumatic with the idea of hospital, I am right?”

He bit his bottom lip and sat down on the sofa just in front of him. He raised his foot and hugged the legs. 1 “It’s been four years but the fear is still here,” he began, admitting that he was right.

With the help of the dim light coming from the lampshade, he saw Gideon’s frown. But, his lips kept touching and met her gaze. He was urging her to continue.

“Four years ago, I saw Mama lying on the floor unconscious. He was barely breathing. It was early in the morning, there was no one on our road and no one to ride. With the help of our neighbor who was driving a tricycle, we were able to take Mama to the hospital.