Wish You Were Here by Lani Diane Rich

Author:Lani Diane Rich [Rich, Lani Diane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, General
ISBN: 9780446618250
Google: E6lOlwEACAAJ
Amazon: B00D4Y4CJE
Publisher: StoryWonk
Published: 2008-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Ow, Freya thought. Everything was black, but her head was pounding, and her body felt too heavy to move. She opened her eyes, giving them a moment to adjust to the shadows in the room. The first thing she was able to focus on were the square white ceiling panels over her head. Somewhere behind her, something cast a soft blue glow into the darkness. Cool air shot into her nose through tubes that were strapped over her cheeks.

Oxygen.

Not heaven. Not hell.

Hospital.

She’d take it.

She lay still for a moment. Aside from the pounding in her head, everything seemed okay. She wiggled the toes on her right foot, then her left. No pain. She pulled her right hand into a clumsy fist; no pain. Then she tried to move her left hand, and something on the back of it pinched. Plus, there seemed to be something warm lying on her fingers.

She looked down. It was another hand. A strong, warm, slightly charred hand.

She angled her head a bit and saw him. His face had been washed hastily, there were still blackened smudges near his hair and jaw lines, and his usually blond hair was dark with soot and a bit singed on one side. His chin rested on his chest, which rose and fell slowly with his sleeping breath, and his arm stretched over onto the side of her bed, where his fingers rested on hers.

The glass door to her room slid open and a short, pudgy nurse stepped in, navigating deftly around Nate’s sleeping form to check the computer screen over his head. She jotted some numbers down, then walked around to the other side of Freya’s bed, where she pulled an empty bag of clear fluid off the IV hook before noticing that Freya was awake.

“Hey,” the nurse said softly. “How are you feeling?”

“Headache,” Freya said. Her throat scratched a bit, but she could talk. That had to be a good sign.

“I’m not surprised. You were pretty dehydrated.” The nurse gave one of those well-practiced, comforting nurse smiles. “Tell you what. I’ll check with the doctor and see if I can’t get a little something for you.”

“Thank you,” Freya said. “That’d be great.”

The hand on hers twitched, and when she turned her head, Nate had jerked awake, his eyes focused on the nurse.

“How’s she doing?” he asked, his voice low and raw and scratchy.

The nurse quirked her head toward Freya. “Ask her yourself.”

Nate blinked a few times then looked at Freya. Their eyes met and a slow smile spread over his face, warming her.

“Hey, there,” he said, his voice soft and yet still strong. It was the kind of voice a girl could lean on. “How are you?”

Freya tried to answer with something light and flip, but she was too tired to block how happy it made her to see him, and ended up only being able to squeak as the stupid tears tracked down her cheeks.

His smile faded. “Oh, hey.” He grabbed a tissue from the box on the tray at the end of the bed and leaned over her, dabbing at her face.

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