Page 41 of The Spirit Key
He stepped over to the bed and picked up my chart. “To be honest I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing you again.” His eyes darted back and forth on the page, and when he finished reading, he looked up and fixed me with a sharp gaze. “Okay, you have to tell me, how do you come in here with a blood sugar level that should have left you either in a coma or dead, but a few hours later, you’re back to normal and we can’t find any evidence there was anything wrong with you?”
“Ancient Chinese secret.” Tim waggled his eyebrows.
Doctor Jenkins sighed. “Your husband can take you home if you’re feeling better.”
Husband? How long was I out?“I’m okay. A little tired, but I’d sleep better in my own bed.”
“All right, I’ll sign the release papers and you can get out of here.” He went to the door and opened it, then turned around. “Please don’t make a habit of this. You come in here, and it makes me question whether I know anything at all.” Without waiting for a reply, he left.
Tim grinned at me. “See, I’m not the only one who you screw up.” He reached out and stroked a hand through my hair. “Of course, I’m the only one who’s going to be taking you home, so that works out.”
“Well, yeah… I mean, where else would I be but with my husband?”
He had the decency to flush. “They weren’t going to let me in, so I had to get creative.” He drew his hand back. “I’m sorry if I overstepped.”
“You didn’t. I… I actually liked hearing him say it.”
“That’s good. Maybe one day, after you pay off your debt to me, we can talk about it.”
We both snickered.
“Listen, I didn’t call your mom. I didn’t want to worry her needlessly. Two hours after we got here, they came in and told me your blood sugars were almost back to normal, so—”
“That was a good idea. If she had come up, she would have been fussing over me. I’ll let her know later.” I stretched and yawned. I was so tired, my entire body ached.
“We should get you home so you can get some sleep.”
If he asked, I would probably deny that I got a thrill when he saidhome. It made me feel better, knowing that he thought of the house as my home too.
I yawned again. The thought of crawling into bed, pulling the covers up, and sleeping for a week sounded perfect.
We waited a good hour, me dozing and Tim sitting beside my bed, stroking my arm, before the nurse finally showed up, pushing my conveyance in front of her. She was a perky thing and exuded a calm that washed over me.
“Hi, I hear you’re ready to get out of here.”
“Hell yes.”
Tim helped me out of the bed, which was a good thing, because my legs were like Jell-O. After he had me situated in the chair, he stood by my side as the nurse stepped up and put her hands on the grips.
“I’m Meg. Glad you’re getting out, but I was looking forward to taking care of you. Seems you have quite the history.”
I groaned. “Don’t listen to the doctor.”
That made her chuckle. “You’re the talk of the ward. First you come back from death, and now you survived something that would have killed most people. Pretty impressive. But what do you do for an encore?”
“Nothing.”
I looked up at Tim, his steely gaze locked on Meg.
She flushed. “I’m sorry. Katy says sometimes I overshare. I meant no offense.”
“Ignore him. He got scared.”
Tim shifted his attention to me, and I shuddered from the look in his eyes. “Someone has to take care of you.”
Meg cooed. “You two are adorable. When did you get married?”
I chuckled as I glanced toward myhusband. “When was it, dear? My mind is foggy.”
