Snowflakes on Silver Cove by Holly Martin

Author:Holly Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-910751-46-6
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2015-10-30T04:00:00+00:00

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Libby looked at Amy and burst into tears. She looked pale, tired and so tiny and vulnerable lying in Seb’s king-sized bed. There was the beginning of a big bruise under her eye.

‘Come on now, Libby, I’m fine, just a few cuts and bruises, nothing to worry about.’

‘Can I hug you?’ She knelt next to Amy on the bed.

Amy nodded. ‘Gently.’

Libby wrapped her arms round her and felt George hug Amy too, though one arm was round her own shoulders.

Pulling away, she wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked at Seb, standing on the other side of the room. ‘What did the doctors say?’

When Seb had phoned her he had explained what had happened, how the fire brigade had had to cut Amy out, by which time the ambulance crew had arrived and taken her to the hospital in Apple Hill. After a few hours of tests, scans and close observation, it was clear she was suffering from nothing more than a bit of mild concussion, and a few bruises.

‘Only what I told you on the phone, that she just needs rest. He said I’m to keep an eye on her and that she may be a bit stiff and sore over the next few days.’

‘Well, you need to come home with us, Amy,’ George said, wiping his eyes. ‘It’s great that you were there, Seb, and that you went with her to the hospital, but I think it’s best her friends take care of her now.’

Libby watched Amy and a look passed between them. It was so subtle, you would barely have noticed it, but Libby received it as loudly as if her friend had shouted it.

Seb coughed awkwardly. ‘I don’t think she should be moved. Besides, you two don’t have spare rooms like I do, I can sleep in the room down the corridor.’

‘Seb’s right, Amy can’t stay with us,’ Libby said hurriedly. ‘If she sleeps in my bed I’d have to sleep on the sofa and that’s not a good sofa for sleeping on, it’s hard and lumpy, I’d get no sleep at all.’ She eyed Amy to see if she was doing the right thing. The slight smirk on Amy’s lips told her she was.

George stared at her incredulously, but finally he seemed to find his voice. ‘Well, she can stay with me. I don’t mind sleeping on my sofa.’

‘George, you snore,’ Libby lied. ‘You’d keep her awake.’

‘Well, you can sleep on my sofa then and I’ll sleep in your bed.’ He really wasn’t going to let this go.

‘Chenille affects my asthma,’ said Libby. ‘It’s OK for sitting on but I couldn’t lie on it.’

‘You don’t have asthma.’

‘It’s very mild.’

Libby saw Seb roll his eyes. ‘I’ll get you some painkillers, Amy,’ he muttered.

Libby watched him leave with a smile. He knew exactly what she was trying to do; it was a pity that George couldn’t pick up on the subtleties.

‘I can put sheets on the sofa,’ George was saying.

‘I’ll still be able to smell the chenille.

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