Olympic Goals by Kathleen Y'Barbo

Author:Kathleen Y'Barbo [Y'Barbo, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Forget Me Not Romances, a division of Winged Publications
Published: 2016-05-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Bonnie approached the blanket-wrapped figure slowly, capturing every detail of the scene but believing none of it. Preston lay motionless, a tangle of wires connecting him to an IV pole and a stack of machinery beyond. Mrs. Grant leaned against the bed’s metal safety rail while Mr. Grant perched on the edge of a chair. Neither seemed to notice Bonnie.

Her gaze fell on Preston’s bruised face, and without warning, the room tilted. Henri steadied her and propelled her forward with a few quiet words of encouragement. Some-how she managed to remain upright long enough to receive a hug from Mrs. Grant before grasping for the rail.

Henri leaned close to Bonnie and lowered his voice. “They had to operate to set his ankle. The doc said he would be a little loopy until the anesthesia wears off, so don’t take him seriously if he starts talking out of his head.”

“All right.”

“Hey, Pres,” he said a bit louder. “Look who’s here.”

Preston’s eyelids fluttered, then opened only to fall shut again. “Sunshine?” came out on a long breath. “That you?”

“That’s right. It’s me, Bonnie.” She released her grip on the rail to smooth the sheet across his chest, then lay her hand over his. “You gave us a real scare, sweetheart.”

“But you’re going to be fine,” Mrs. Grant added, sliding Bonnie a side glance. “Isn’t he, Bonnie?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Bonnie quickly added. “You’ll be back to normal in no time.”

Back to normal? Bonnie cringed. Nothing would ever be normal again, at least not until Preston was up and running, chasing another Olympic dream.

With four years’ worth of time standing between them and the next Olympic Summer Games, Bonnie hoped that while Preston would be chasing dreams, she would be too busy being Mrs. Preston Grant and chasing a couple of Grant babies to even think of running any races.

Funny how chasing her dream didn’t involve much actual running at all. If only Preston could say the same.

Preston’s father rose and placed a hand on Mrs. Grant’s shoulder. “Why don’t we find some hot coffee and a bite to eat, dear?” He nodded to his elder son. “Come with us, Henri.”

“Of course.” Henri opened the door for his parents, then turned his attention to Bonnie. “Can I bring you something?”

“No, thank you.”

Henri nodded. “Just promise me you won’t take anything he says seriously, kid. He’s been saying things that don’t sound like my brother.”

“I promise.”

A moment later the door whooshed shut behind the trio, and Bonnie found herself alone with Preston, who seemed to have fallen into a deep slumber. Rather than wake him, she inched the chair closer to the bed and leaned her head on the rail to pray.

Father, make him well again. Give him strength of body to heal and strength of mind to understand why You chose this path for him.

“Bonnie.”

She jerked her head up at the ragged strength in Preston’s voice and focused on his face. He seemed to be studying her, eyes clear though still half closed, and the fingers of his right hand drumming a pattern against the white sheets.

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