Page 28 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
He forces himself upright, muttering. “It hurts.”
My vision blurs with water and I blink hard before a tear falls.
Through gritted teeth, he murmurs, “It always hurts.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper with a tremble in my voice. “You’ll be okay.”
Wyatt lowers his hands, taking me in with red-rimmed eyes.
There’s surprise in his expression that takes me off-guard. “Whatis it?”
He smooths back one of my curls. “You’re upset.”
My eyes well again. “I hate seeing you in pain.”
He grunts again, holding the side of his head. “I’m okay, see,” he strains to say. “Nothing to it.”
“Stop it.” I nervously laugh as a tear teeters in the corner of my eye. “Don’t put on a front. I don’t want you hiding your pain for my benefit.”
The nurse from earlier bustles into the room. “Is everything okay in here?”
I break away from Wyatt. “He’s in pain. It’s his head.”
The nurse holds a small flashlight in front of Wyatt’s eyes, asking him to follow the light. She then checks her wristwatch, saying, “It’s only been forty minutes since your last dose of pain meds.”
“I’m okay,” Wyatt says, catching his breath. “It was just sudden and intense. It’s going away now.”
“But the dull ache is still there?” she asks.
He nods. “It’s always there.”
“I’ll page Dr. Fincher and discuss your next round of painkillers. Perhaps he lowered the dosage too soon”
I hug my waist, barely able to keep the flood of emotions inside me. “Is he... Is he going to be okay?”
Wyatt sighs, looking at me with a pout. “Joze.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, letting a tear fall and swallowing back a sob. “I just hate this. It’s not fair. You don’t deserve this.”
The nurse gives me a kind smile. “He’ll be okay. He’s handling this like a trooper. He’s lucky to have a friend as caring as you.” She turns to Wyatt. “I’ll chat with your doctor then come back with new pain meds.”
Wyatt nods. “Thank you.”
She turns and rubs my shoulder. “My name’s Liza and I’m on shift until eight p.m. if you need anything else.”
I nod. “Thank you.”
Wyatt reaches his arms out and I shuffle toward him until he wraps me in his arms.
His chin rests on my shoulder and his breath tickles my earlobe. “Don’t be sad.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “How can I not be?”
“How about because we’re together?”
I pull my arms around him tighter. “I never want to let you go.”
He buries his face in my curls. “Then don’t.”
