Page 85 of The Way We Collide

Settling back in the pillows, I study the phone, trying to figure out what to do with these emotions turning in my chest. We’re really good together, but our dreams and goals are so far apart. How do we get them closer?

My head hurts, and I exhale a quiet growl.

Sally steps forward and takes my temperature again. “Your temperature is still normal, which is good. Does something hurt?”

My heart?I shift in the bed. “I have a headache.”

“Try taking a few more sips. I have liquid acetaminophen if it’s too painful.”

“I think I’m good for now.” I force a little smile and dutifully sip the electrolyte drink she made for me. “Thanks, Sally.”

“I’m happy to help.” She gives me a wink, calling over her shoulder as she walks to the bathroom. “I’m also being paid time and a half.”

“You’re worth every cent.” I exhale softly.

Haddy kicks her foot, reaching over her head and making baby noises. At least she seems to be all better. Scooting down in the bed beside her, I trace my finger along her chubby arm.

“What is Mama going to do, Hads?” I whisper. “I’m supposed to be securing our future, not falling in love with Dada.”

My phone lights up again, and I see a text from Heather on the face. We traded phone numbers at the game.

Heather

Are you okay??? Hendrix told Rusty you got it, too

We’re better, but it was a hard couple days.

Heather

I’m so sorry my rugrats got you and Haddy sick. They were both barfing everywhere. Rusty took Shelby and I tried to nurse Tuck all night. He had it the worst.

It’s not your fault—they put everything in their mouths at this age.

Heather

Rusty’s worried he’s going to get it. Coach told him to stay home to be sure, but he’s worried about missing the game. He thinks they can’t win without him

These guys.

I glance at the door, wondering how much Hendrix missed by staying outside our door.

Heather

Keep me posted. Sending healing vibes

I heart her message and shift on the pillows. I run the back of my finger over Haddy’s little cheek, and her mouth opens to the side like a baby bird. Sally’s on it.

“Hunger is a great sign.” She walks over and takes her temperature again. “Still no fever. I’ll take her and see if she’ll eat some cereal. You try and rest a little longer, get that headache under control.”

I nod, taking another sip of my drink. “Thank you.”

Hendrix might feel bad not being at my side, but I’ve never had a Sally helping me this way. It’s pretty great.

Turning onto my side, I close my eyes hoping I might sleep, and when I open them again, my phone face is covered with texts. It’s also eight o’clock.

My head doesn’t hurt anymore, but my sleepshirt sticks to my body. My hair is gross, and I really need a shower. Turning slowly, I put my feet on the floor. I’m a little weak, but I’m well.

I quickly wash my body and hair using the body wash I stole from Hendrix’s bathroom. I dry myself and braid my damp hair, grab a pair of leggings and a long-sleeved T-shirt, then I stop to read all the texts from the girls.

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