Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59

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The first thing I became aware of was the smell, and my heart leapt at the scent. Sterile, sharp, like the air itself had been scrubbed clean of anything human.

Hospital

At first, I wanted to wake up from my sleep. This was an ordinary scene when we took Mom to the ER. All I could think about was her condition. I need to ask Doctor Owen for an update on Mom’s condition. But when I tried to pry my eyes open, a ton of bricks was pulling down my eyelids. Then a light, throbbing pain, concentrated in my side, bloomed. It felt dull, like an ant bite at first, until I tried to breathe too deeply and my body reminded me that I was the one in the hospital, and I was the one in bed and not Mom.

Everything rushed back to me like a tidal wave. The attacker. The alley. Beckett and Cole.

“Easy,” the voice was low and too familiar.

Beckett.

My eyelids fluttered open as I groaned, and the bright ceiling blinded me. Machines hummed beside me with a soft beep. And as I became aware of what had happened last night, every part of my body also gave me a reminder that every limb was in pain.

An IV was taped to my arm. When I turned my head, the movement sent a ripple of ache through my ribs.

Beckett was sitting beside my bed, a pained expression on his face as he watched me struggle back to reality. He was cradling my head as if I were a newborn child, and his gaze was soft and controlled at the same time. Like he was stopping himself from forcing me back onto my back, but this was the only way for me to understand my current status.

When I gave up on moving, he dropped back into the seat beside the bed, braced his elbows on his knees, and clasped his hands together like he was holding himself together by a thread.

For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. I had never seen Beckett this unraveled and worried. There were dark circles surrounding his eyes like he hadn’t slept for days.

“You’re awake,” he said quietly as she offered me a soft smile.

“Am I” My throat was raw. “Am I dead?”

One corner of his mouth twitched, but there was no humor in his eyes. “No. You scared the hell out of everyone, but you’re alive”

Everyone. Who is everyone? The word echoed strangely in my head.

I swallowed. “You were in the alley-” I coughed; my throat was as dry as cracked soil in summer.

Beckett reached for a glass of water on the bedside table, offering me a straw. One sip and relief washed over me from my head to the tips of my fingers. I was a plant that had been deprived of water for weeks, coming to life.

“You shouldn’t be wandering alone in an alley at night,” Beckett berated me in a hesitant voice as though he were walking on eggshells.

I don’t want to argue with him. In fact, I can’t argue with him. A guy with his status would never understand that a dimly lit alley was a solace for someone who works at a bar. There are no people shouting orders, no music blaring in my ears, and no

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TV flares with my ex’s name every ten freaking seconds.

I shifted subjects. “The guy-”

“Cuffed in a hospital bed,” he said immediately. “He’s lucky the police arrived before Cole buried him six feet under”

There’s disappointment in his voice. He wanted Cole to finish off that guy. I should be thanking the police because my conscience wouldn’t let me sleep if someone died because of me.

As ironic as it is, I closed my eyes as respite crashed through me so hard it made my chest hurt. The memory came back in fragments. The darkness, the knife, the pressure on my throat, Beckett’s voice cutting through the fear like a lifeline… 1 shouldn’t even have mercy for that guy, but I do.

I opened my eyes again. “Why are you here? In… in the hospital with me?”

It was both a dumb and a valid question. I don’t know what time it was, but I didn’t expect Beckett to be here with me. Sure, I didn’t want Caleb and Mom to worry about me, but Beckett?

“Julie and Caleb are just grabbing breakfast. And I wasn’t going anywhere,” he replied as a matter of fact.

Something tightened behind my ribs. I had to change the topic before my mind overthink what he had just said. “What time is it?”

“It’s seven…”

I hummed. I had been asleep for only five hours.

“Seven in the morning on Saturday,” he added.

I blinked at him. I had been in this bed for two days? My eyes widened, and I heard the monitor beep pulse quicker.

Paul would kill me if I missed work for two nights!

“Worrying is not good for you,” Beckett’s calm voice cut through the worry pulsing in my veins. He doesn’t know how important work is to me. My family would starve if I didn’t work. Mom would be sent to the ER if I don’t work.

“I need to get out of here,” I said and reached for the IV on my hand. Beckett grabbed my hand before I could pull the needle.

“You need rest,” he said.

“I need to go back to work,” I said. My voice was firmer.

That made him sit taller. I can see the Beckett I knew strutting out of wherever he was hiding. “No, you don’t. I am your employer, and I say when you need to come back.”

“I am not working for you anymore,” I murmured. My annoyance towards this man was slithering out of its cage slowly.

“Yes, you are,” he was stating facts. “That is the end of discussion, Andi. You are my maid, and I am your boss. I say you rest, you rest.”

I sighed, wanting to pinch the bridge of my nose, but I couldn’t. My arms were still sore. I am sore everywhere, and Beckett’s bossiness is not helping my case.

“You are not my boss!” I hissed.

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