Heal Me, Daddy by Roberts Laylah

Author:Roberts, Laylah
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-07T16:00:00+00:00

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She felt like garbage.

Pure and utter rubbish. Her head had stopped thumping at least. And she had only thrown up the once.

Go her.

Hmm, just maybe she’d pushed herself a bit hard yesterday. And well, most of the days since Dave died. It wouldn’t hurt her to take a day off now and then. Although she thought she’d been better since Issy appeared in her life and forced her to take regular breaks and eat and sleep.

You know…all those things she neglected to do when left to her own devices.

The door to the bedroom opened and the man in question entered. She couldn’t believe the way he’d looked after her last night. Dave had been a bit squeamish when it came to vomit. Actually, most bodily fluids. Her vomiting would likely have set him off.

Maybe it was because Issy was a doctor.

Or maybe it was just him. Issy.

“Hey, baby doll.” He walked forward. “Hoped you’d sleep a bit longer. How you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been run over by a truck.” Her throat was scratchy, sore. Issy picked up a bottle of water from her bedside table. She tried to sit and groaned. She was not only sore, but her muscles were like jelly.

“Here.” He sat next to her, then helped her half recline against his chest. He held the bottle up to her mouth. She tried to untangle her hands from the sheets, but they were trapped under the covers.

“Let me,” he told her. “Just relax. You’re in no state to do anything today.”

She gulped a few drinks of water. Then he set the bottle aside and moved her, so she was back to lying down. He rested a hand on either side of her body.

“You didn’t look after yourself yesterday.”

“I know,” she said guiltily.

“I trusted you to follow my orders.”

“I know.”

“I’m not happy that you disobeyed me and that you pushed yourself so hard that you ended up with a severe migraine.”

It actually wasn’t as bad as some she’d had, but she figured now wasn’t the time to tell him that.

He sat up then grasped hold of her wrist, taking her pulse. “It’s better. It was racing yesterday. Too much stress and caffeine. Did you have plans for today?”

The look on his face told her there was only one answer to that.

“I thought I might take the day off.”

He grunted. “You’ll likely be taking more than just one day off. You’ve pushed yourself too hard for too long, baby doll. You’re reaching breaking point and I don’t like it.”

She didn’t much like it herself.

“I know,” she whispered. “I’ve been trying to lose myself in work since Dave died. But it’s not healthy. That’s not the first migraine I’ve had, not even the worst one. I’ve gone more than twenty-four hours without sleep because I was working so much then collapsed into bed for days. I never had trouble with sleeping before. And I never worked more than fifty hours a week. And some weeks a lot less. I only developed these migraines after he died.

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