Page 51 of My Merry Mistake
I feel tears pooling at the corners of my eyes, so I close them. A few spill out, tracing a line to my ears.
“Hey,” he says, voice low. “I got you.”
I let out a small whimper. At this point, I don’t care that it’s Finn, I’m just glad he’s here.
Doctor Marshall, the team doctor, rushes into the room. “Miss Hart?”
I blow out a breath and try to sit up, but only half succeed. “You don’t have to make a big deal out of this. I’m sure I’m fine.”
Finn puts a hand under my arm and helps me to a more stable position. “Just try to be still.” His tone is firm.
I frown. “Don’t boss me around.” I sound like a cranky toddler.
“Then don’t be so stubborn.”
I scoot back against the wall and stop trying to move, but not because Finn told me to. My head hurts again.
“Tell me what happened,” Dr. Marshall says, moving toward me. Finn lets me go, and I instantly feel cold. He backs out of the way, giving the doctor space to check my vitals.
I’m starting to feel sick again. I clench, then unclench my hand. Still numb.
“Is my face drooping?” I look at Dr. Marshall.
He gives nothing away as he shines a light in my eyes, moving it out, then back in, and it makes my head swim. He glances at Finn. “Go downstairs and make sure the paramedics know where to find us.”
I press my palm against my forehead. “I don’t feel well.” I close my eyes again and a tear slips out.
Stupid tear.
Finn picks up the garbage can and moves it closer. “She threw up once.”
The doctor nods, and Finn leaves—but not before pausing at the doorway to look back at me.
His face is concerned, and I raise the arm that works and wave him off.
“Can you tell me your symptoms? What happened, Miss Hart?” Dr. Marshall asks once Finn’s gone.
I explain what happened—the weird vision, the headache, the numbness—and I start to hear commotion in the hallway. “Am I having a stroke?”
“We’ll get you to the ER, where they can do some tests to evaluate, but the important thing is whatever is happening, we’re getting you help right away.”
The paramedics rush in, followed by Finn, and I start to understand the gravity of this situation. I see Landyn and a few of the other interns through the wall of windows in my office. A crowd is starting to gather, and I’m the center of attention.
The last thing in the world I want to be.
And then, as if he’s read my mind, Finn snaps all the blinds closed, and the room gets a little darker.
The darkness is nice.
I tilt my head at him and mouth athank you.
He winks and gives a slight nod, then mouths,I got you.
He steps out of my line of sight, presumably to get out of the way, and I realize focusing on him had been keeping me calm.
I zone out as Dr. Marshall tells the EMT what he knows in clipped, short sentences.
I draw in a slow, deep breath.
