Page 2 of Falling for the Hot Billionaire

I think she was actually looking for legal advice or something from me. I can't even say for sure what she wanted, but it turned me off in the most distasteful way I could think of. I couldn't believe that's what she was worried about. She wasn't worried about her husband that was in a coma in the bed. She was worried about if he is going to be able to make money that would ‘count.’ I was disgusted, but I wasn't finished yet. I needed to tell her everything, so that I wouldn't have to come back later. Her husband had been in the hospital for three days and it had taken that long for her to be there at the same time so that she could be tracked down and given that pertinent information.

“Well, it sounds like you need to talk to your lawyer. We aren't really worried about his money potential here. We're just worried about him getting better,” I bit out, knowing that I shouldn’t have said it.

“Can't we just pull the plug or something?”

“Pull the plug? What are you talking about? He is breathing and his heart is beating on its own. There is no plug to pull.” I couldn't believe her. I think that whoever this guy was, he deserved someone better. Everyone deserved someone better than this woman.

Monica was beautiful, blonde, tall, and thin. The perfect trophy wife. Their marriage was obviously not based on love, and it showed. At least not from her side. She was at least ten years older than me, and I was twenty-six. She was trying to look younger; her hair was unnaturally lighter and there was a lot of makeup on her face. She reminded me of a woman who was trying to retain her youth, holding onto it with two hands as hard as she possibly could. She wouldn't stay young forever though and that was the only consolation that I had after speaking to her.

I ran through all the pertinent information, but I didn’t think she was listening to half of it. She wasn’t worried about it honestly. Finally, she said that she was going to go talk to her lawyer and see if when he died, what she would get. That’s actually how she said it, and Monica made me hate her and I didn’t even know her. What a horrible woman she was. The absolute worst.

After she left, I went back to visit him and make sure that she hadn't tried to unplug something. She seemed bound and determined that if he wasn't going to make any money, she wasn't going to take care of him. She wanted to know what she would have to do, and I told her that we weren't even there yet. With the amount of money he had, there were people that could be hired to take care of him. I didn't think I would feel safe sending him home with her anyway, and I didn't even know the guy.

I remember thinking that he was handsome when he first came in and how it was a shame that he was probably going to die. Now though, I felt protective of him, and I was going to do everything I could to make sure he made it.

I sat with him for a while, talking to him and trying to send good vibes his way. After the coolness of his wife’s visit, I wanted him to have a reason to wake up. I didn’t know if Monica would be enough.

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Justine

Ichecked on Tyrell every day and sent good vibes his way to help him get better. Monica didn't show up much after our conversation. She came about once a week and that was really I think more than anything to find out if she could pull the plug on him yet. She knew that it was in her power to do so, had mentioned it several times, and every time I had to work hard not to roll my eyes in front of her. The woman was of the ridiculous sort, and I didn't know how to deal with it. I even transferred to ICU when they needed help in there, just so I could keep Tyrell close. It felt like I needed to protect him from her.

In some ways, I think I had grown a strange attachment to Tyrell because he got far more of my attention. I know that I wanted to say that I treated all the patients the same, but for some reason, Tyrell was different. I never talked to anyone like him, didn't know much about him besides what I’d heard from the people who came to see him and surprisingly, Monica wasn't the only one in his life that wanted to know when he'd be back to work. He was literally in a hospital bed, strapped to machines, but yet several people were far more worried about when Tyrell would be back to the board meetings. It made no sense to me. His value was not in dollars and cents, but it would appear that Tyrell kept lot of people alive making them a living. They were all lost without him.

Fast forward a few months later. Monica barely even came once a week, and when she did, she only stayed for a few minutes. I had passed by one time during one of her ‘visits’ and all she did was play on her phone. Then, she got a call and left. I imagine that she already had another lover. Women like that didn't wait very long.

It did me no good to fantasize or think about what was going on between the two of them. I didn't even know the guy and I would never say anything to him when he did wake up, but there was definitely the desire to do so. I felt like I was watching a great wrong being done right in front of me and all I wanted to do was take that wrong away.

I knew that I shouldn't get too attached to any patient. It was for my own survival. Nurses and doctors had to turn off and endure all the pain and suffering that they were going to see on a regular basis. I was pretty good about it, save for the first six months of my residency. For some reason though, I found it harder to set myself apart from my emotions of Tyrell. I think it was probably Monica and her cruelty that really brought out the protection in me. I honestly didn't even know that I had it, but now I couldn’t see it any other way. If she mentioned one more time that she wanted to pull the plug on him, I was probably going to say something that would get me reprimanded.

I was available if she needed me while she was there, but at the same time, I avoided having another conversation with her, whether it was passing in the corridor or anything major. She thought that we had a rapport, but all I wanted to do was stay as far away from her as possible. She was vile in my opinion.

It was going on his fourth month in the hospital, when Tyrell finally decided to get back with the program. He woke up suddenly, and I just happened to be in the room when he did. He couldn't talk because he was vented and he tried to pull it out himself, but I was able to calm him down with my hand on his chest, stopping him from trying to get out of the bed and pulling out everything that was connected to him at the current moment.

“If you just give it a moment, I will get someone in here to take this out.”

He stopped moving and nodded slowly.

“Okay, good. Everything's going to be okay, Tyrell.”

He seemed surprised that I knew his name, but I was glad that I used it, because in some way I think it settled him like it was real and made it more than just his imagination. There was fear in his eyes for a few moments. I could only imagine what it would feel like to have an inability to say anything. I would imagine that it was frustrating and the man in front of me was certainly upset. I don't know why I took the moment to brush his cheek with my finger like he was my lover. It was too intimate, and I pulled away before I could do more.

“I promise you that everything is going to be alright, Tyrell. The hard part is over. Give me a minute and I'll get this out, so you can get to asking all those questions that I know you want to. Trust me, Tyrell. You're in good hands.”

I didn't know why I suggested he trust me. He didn't know me, and I didn't know him, but whatever it was, I'm not sure what was the clincher, but it didn't really matter. His heart rate went down, and I promised that I would be right back. He looked at me like he was thankful. I was shaking inside, and I was so happy to see him awake; I really had been worried that he wouldn't wake up.

After finding Dr. Fouler and getting someone in there to take out the tubes, Tyrell was quick to drink and while he wasn't quite able to talk just yet, he was dying to ask questions. The doctor conveniently had to step out for a moment, and I knew that I was going to have to give him a rundown of everything that had happened to him and how long it had been since his wreck.

I thought that was going to be bad enough, but there was more. While he seemed to have brain function, it wasn't going to be 100% for a while, if ever again. It was going to take time to adjust and that would be a lot for someone established and successful like himself. He was the type that never stopped working.

I thought that would be the worst part, but I was so wrong, because the first thing that Tyrell asked about was his wife. My heart went out to him. He loved her, or something like it. He asked for Monica first. Why was that the saddest part of all?

“I haven't had a chance to give her a call, but I will go do that right now.”

He swallowed hard and started to talk slow. “Well, I'm sure that it's unnecessary. She'll be back soon, right?”

I knew what he was asking without really asking. He probably suspected that she had been there for him the whole time because she was his wife. That was a reasonable assumption, because he didn't realize that he had been in there for four months. There was no way that I was going to tell him how much she actually came, unless he directly asked me. I wasn't going to volunteer that information because it would do no good.

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