Page 132 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

“He’s suffering from severe dehydration. He was left in the field operating table overseas. They're trying to save his leg.”

“Is he going to be okay?”

“He’s going to live.”

We sat there for a few minutes.

It dawned on me that the last time Jackson saw me he had asked me to leave. He had told me that our relationship was over.

Forbes looked at my face. “What’s going on?”

Tears blinded my eyes. “He’s safe, and I don’t even know if he wants to see me.”

He stood up and walked over to his bag. He pulled something out. “The field doctor gave this to me. They found this on MacDog when he came in.”

“What is it?” Tears, relentless tears, streamed down my face.

He walked over and handed it to me. “MacDog has been carrying that around since the day you sent it to him in the mail.”

I opened the bent and cracked photo covered with streaks of dry blood. It was Alien’s ultrasound. “What?”

“Your husband has been excited about that kid since the day you got pregnant. We used to harass him. He was always looking at that picture. On the plane, lying in bed, drinking at the bar. He was constantly pulling that out and studying it. So, yeah, I call bullshit when you tell me that he is now turning his back on you and that kid. There’s no way.”

Tears, stupid tears streamed down my face.

Forbes shook his head. “I talked to Guinness. He told me how injured they both were and how MacDog helped carry him, mile after mile, day after day. He never gave up. He said your husbandchanted two words over and over again. Every step he took, he said two words. Want to know what they were?”

I swallowed.

“Every fucking step he took, MacDog repeated ‘Emily Alien Emily Alien’. Over and over. Step by step.”

My heart nearly split into two. Hope, pain, fear smashed into me.

The doctor appeared in the doorway of the waiting room. “It appears that Jackson is waking up.”

“Can I see him?”

He motioned with his hand. “Come on back.”

I followed the doctor through the hallways towards Jackson’s room. The doctor paused before we entered the room. “Jackson refuses to listen to us and has ripped out his IV twice and has already fallen while trying to get out of bed. He won’t lie still. He keeps removing all of his tubes, and he is determined to leave. We have had to restrain him physically.”

“What?” I asked in disbelief.

“We are considering sedating him, but we don’t want to do that considering what he has just endured. If he becomes agitated while you are in the room, I’m going to ask you to leave immediately.”

“Please,” I begged. “I need to see him.”

I stepped into the room and rushed to the bed. Jackson looked like a pissed off bear fighting for his life. He jerked his arms against the restraints, and sweat was breaking on his brow for his effort.

“Sweetheart,” I said in a small voice. “Where are you going?”

Green eyes narrowed on my face, and then he stopped moving. “I was coming to find you.”

Tears spurted out of my eyes. “Well, I’m here.”

He lay back on his pillow, out of breath. “You’re here.”

I nodded and reached out and grabbed his big warm hand. “I’m here.”

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