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No change.I stared at James' handsome features as the doctor walked out of the room. They weren't strained with stress or worry. But he didn't look peaceful. He looked lifeless. The thought chilled me to the core.
Devotion - Chapter 20
Tuesday
His hand felt colder. Or maybe mine did. It felt like we were both slipping into the unknown. I was weak. I was so weak without him. The fear of losing him was swallowing me whole.
Devotion - Chapter 21
Wednesday
"Penny, it's the tenth time he's called." Rob was standing by the door holding my cell phone. I couldn't stand hearing it ring so I had given it to him. I couldn't talk to the press. I couldn't talk to James' lawyer. I couldn't talk to anyone.
"Tell him I'll call him back."
Rob hesitated by the door. "He's one of your best friends. Don't shut people out right now. The cops have been hounding him. He just needs to know you're okay."
"Well, I'm not okay." I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying again.
"Then tell him that." He held the phone out to me.
I stood up and walked over to Rob. He handed me the phone and left the room. I wanted to press the end call button. But Rob was right. Tyler deserved to know what was going on. Especially if the police were badgering him about this.
"Hi, Tyler," I said softly into the phone. I turned to look at James.
"I saw what happened on T.V. I..." his voice trailed off. "Penny, I'm so sorry."
I didn't say anything. I had heard so many people say they were sorry. Sorry for what? This wasn't their fault. Sorry for my pain?No. I wasn't who they should be feeling sorry for. Sorry wasn't the right word. I looked away from James and stared out the small window.
"Penny?"
"I'm here."
"How are you holding up?"
"I'm okay."
"You don't sound okay."
"What do you want me to say, Tyler? That I'm dying inside? That I can barely look at him because it hurts too much?" I put my hand down onto the windowsill. I couldn't hold it together anymore. I couldn't do this.
"I'm coming back to New York."
"Don't do that."
"I want to be there for you."
"Come back when you're ready to come back. Not like this. Not right now."
"I'm sorry," he said.
I cringed at the words.
"The police want me to come in for questioning anyway. I have to come back."
"No. You don't." I couldn't imagine Tyler coming to the hospital. I knew James wouldn't want him to be here. My grip tightened on the windowsill.
"Of course I do. I have to do what the cops want."
