Dare to Fall: A New Adult College Romance by Brianna Remus

Author:Brianna Remus [Remus, Brianna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Brianna Remus
Published: 2021-07-05T16:00:00+00:00

I hated hospitals.

Or any medical setting, for that matter. The harsh lighting, frigid temperatures, and white walls left me feeling claustrophobic and craving warmth. Some would say that a blank canvas left much for interpretation and inspiration. I’d always said that was bullshit. What kind of inspiration gets sparked from nothingness? That was why my loft was filled with rich tones and a variety of textures. Stimulation of the senses was how I fired up my own inspiration, depleting the anxiety I felt when starting a new piece on a white backboard.

I pushed down the dread that was creeping up my spine and made my way to the fourth floor. As the elevator doors opened, I was met with the harsh scent of cleaning chemicals. Dozens of people dressed in scrubs and lab coats breezed past me. I darted through them, heading for the nurses’ station. Hospitals were like mazes, and it had been a while since I had been in Lucas’ office.

An older woman with peppered black hair and dark-gray eyes sat behind the circular desk, her attention fixated on the computer screen in front of her.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” I said.

She looked up at me and studied me for a moment before saying, “Well, if it isn’t Mr. Garth Walker. I haven’t seen you around these parts for some time. What can I help you with today?” Like honey dripping on a cold winter day, each word drew on with her thick Southern accent. Crows feet gathered around her eyes as her face lit up with a smile. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d remember me, Ms. Maribelle. It’s been a while. I was wondering if you would mind showing me to Lucas’ office. I’d get lost without you.” I winked at her.

“You handsome devil. If I knew any better, I’d say you’re trying to flirt with me.” She rose from her seat and walked around the desk. “Come on. I’ll walk you over to Dr. Byrne’s office.”

“Thank you, Ms. Maribelle.”

I followed her down a long hallway of patients’ rooms. It was difficult not to glance through the open doors. As we neared the end of the hall, I heard muffled crying in one of the rooms we were approaching. When we passed, I peeked in and saw a little boy lying in the oversized bed with gauze wrapped around his head. His eyes were closed. I took another step, and around the corner of the room, there was a woman sitting in a chair. Dark circles were embedded beneath tired eyes, and her nose was red and swollen. She held a tissue in her hand as she stared at the sleeping boy.

Chills rose all over my body at the sight. I wondered if the mother only reserved her crying for the times when her son was asleep.

A hand brushed my arm. I turned to see Ms. Maribelle, the smile on her face withered to a deep frown. “Those are the hardest cases. When there’s nothing we can do for them anymore but make them comfortable.

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