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"Okay." Harrison nodded and caressed mycheek.
"I missed you." Ismiled.
"I missed you, too." Hesmiled.
I moved my head. Myneckhurt.
"I tried. You know." My voice found some volume. I wanted to get this out before the pain and drugs took me under again. "I tried to get to you. Ipromise."
"Hey, hey. I know." He leaned over and placed his face near my ear. "I shouldn't have left you. I'm sosorry."
My vision blurred through my tears, but they weren't satisfying. I needed a good hard cry to get these emotions out, but my body wasn't ready for that. I settled for the tears that fell and soaked up the comfort Harrisonoffered.
We sat for a few minutes. A knock on the door pulled usapart.
"Can Icomein?"
I recognized thevoice.
"Hey, Dr. Andrews." Harrison watched myreaction.
I looked over hisshoulder.
"I remember you," I said as Dr. Andrews stepped into my view. He was cute. With dark brown hair and a clean-shaven face. He wore mint green scrubs and had an iPad tucked underhisarm.
"Hi, Brooklyn, not Brooke." He laughed. "How are youfeeling?"
"Awful."
"Good. That's how you're supposed to feel." Dr. Andrews took my good hand. "You feeldizzy?"
I shookmyhead.
Harrison hovered behind Dr.Andrews.
He flashed a light in my eyes and had me follow it. He listened to myheart.
"So you remember what happened?" Dr. Andrewsasked.
"Parts of it." I blinked to keep my eyes open. "Why were youthere?"
"I was out jogging and saw it happen." He pressed on my stomach. "I'm going to send you down for another EKG, but I think you're doing well. You'll have symptoms from the concussion for a while, but nothing too severe,Ihope."
"I broke my arm?" I tried to lift it and winced fromthepain.
"Yeah, in two places. But it was a clean break. Set easily." He tapped on the iPad and turned it around. He showed me my x-ray. He flipped the screen. "You also broke two ribs, but there's nothing to do with those except rest. We inflated your lung, and your breathing is fine. The cut on your forehead took ten stitches." He studied the iPad and then turned to me. "And I thinkthat'sit."
"That's enough." Iblinked.
Dr. Andrewslaughed.
Harrison didn't crack a smirk. He lookedworried.
"With rest and a little rehab, you'll be just fine." He tucked the iPad under his arm and leaned over and peeked at my forehead. "One of our best plastic surgeons stitched you up, so I don't expect a scar. He'll be down in a few hours to check on you. I'll check on you beforeheadinghome."
"Thank you, Doctor." My voicecracked.
"Oh, you are welcome. It made for quite the story." He patted my hand. "I'll see youlater."
