Chapter 48
Chapter 48
[Cordelia]
Atlas and I agreed to try and see if we could be in a relationship–a real romantic relationship.
My ex–husband wants to be my boyfriend. And as such, he was convinced that he needed to start protecting me immediately.
But I could see how tired he was, how much he needed to rest, so I shooed him away.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I laughed. “And I need my sleep too.”
He told me he’d be right back. So I rested my head on my pillows, closed my eyes, and let my body settle into a much–needed sleep, looking forward to a new day and a new start in life.
When I opened my eyes again, the room was dark. Atlas isn’t here, but I can smell his lavender and soap scent lingering in the air. His jacket, still draped over a nearby chair, confirms he had been here just moments before.
But where is he now?
“Atlas…” I barely manage to whisper. I had felt so much better before I had closed my eyes, and now I feel worse than before. My eyelids are so heavy it feels as if I am trying to open them underwater. My whole body feels like someone is pressing down on me.
A machine beeps. There are shuffling footsteps moving beside me. Turning my head, I try again to open my eyes and see a nurse. His skillful hands move rapidly, removing tubes from my arms and unplugging machines from the wall.
“Shh,” the nurse quiets me as they help me sit up, preparing to transfer me to a wheelchair locked in place near my bed. “I am going to need to lift you.”
I recognize the voice. “Jude?”
“Shh, yes,” his voice is low. “I need you to stay quiet now. You aren’t safe. You were almost killed and I need to move you somewhere that no one else can harm you.”
Oh good. Jude is here. He’ll keep me safe. He’s such a good friend. Does that mean I’m at his hospital? Strange that he’d be on duty. How did he know I was here? How…
This doesn’t feel right. I try to stand, but he pushes me down to wrap me up tightly in a blanket, leaving my arm with the arm with the IV attached still out in the open. You are still very weak. You might hurt yourself, or worse, pull out the IV. You wouldn’t want that. Trust me. It is quite painful.”
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