Page 12 of Free Heart
“We’ll figure it out.”
“Hmm. I could just stay snaggle-toothed. Would you still love me?”
“Danny, sleep.”
“Will you be here when I wake up?”
“If you want me to be.”
I think of what I heard the nurse say. “You’d be more comfortable in a bed.”
“My bed is two hours away.”
“Get a motel,” I say as the tugging wave of sleepiness hits me, almost too strong to resist. “Don’t be miserable here with some crappy hospital blanket. You need rest too.”
Sejin doesn’t answer.
I struggle to keep my eyes open.
“Sleep, Danny.”
“You really want me to sleep?”
“I think you need it,” Sejin murmurs.
I stroke my thumb over the back of his hand. “Alright. Play some music for me? To help me drift off?” I don’t really need it. I’m on the verge as it is, but I don’t want to leave consciousness and Sejin just yet.
“On my phone?”
I nod.
Sejin pulls away long enough to bring up his playlists. “Which one?” he asks.
“Our song,” I murmur.
“Which one is that?”
I’m half asleep or else I’d be offended. The heaviness of the drug blankets me. “You know the one. Ringtone. Pothole. Astro.”
The piano intro begins, and I stop fighting the drag of the medicine. Sejin’s hand finds mine again, and I whisper, “I saw your smile.”
“Hmm?”
“I love when you smile. All your smiles. This song, your smile, the best smile.”
He chuckles. “You’re so high.”
“Doc?”
“Mm?”
“Wanna get married?”
Sejin’s hand clenches in mine. “Sleep and we’ll talk about it when you wake up. If you even remember this. Which I’m betting you won’t.”
“I bet I will.”
“Ornery.”
